Bridge

This tree has the perfect shade
of royalty in its living
and breathing.
I'd wish for it to last,
snap a picture to capture
part of the real life
third dimension, ten-fold.

Would anyone passing now,
this early on Sunday morning
know exactly, how it takes
one hundred and seventy-five
steps from the foot
of the bridge
to reach this point?

(Take the picture)

And what if you did actually
lay down among the green
and silver tonight, pretend
for a moment and recall
easier times? What if?
Could you rest deeper then,
enough to face the next day
with a heart less heavy?

(Just take the picture)