A shrunk dream

We dream trees off a highway
At  home away from city buzz.

But we cannot go away from it
Where eternity goes unnoticed.

We could only shrink a dream
To banyan tree in a plastic pot.

We make music of a mild day.
Bonsai art gives us our dreams.

(remembering Mary Oliver’s poem “A dream of Trees”)

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