Canopy

by Frank Hubeny

Large trees prepare a canopy
which shades what’s on the ground.
Competitors for light complain
yet those preferring softer rain
give praise for what they’ve found.

Long sent beneath this canopy
I walk upon the ground.
It’s not my duty to complain.
I’m blessed with more than ample rain
and praise that I’ve been found.

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2 Comments to “Canopy”

  1. Absolutely love the tranquility these words collectively conjure. Wonderful wordsmithery.

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