As the sun stretches out and lays down against the horizon, a hueish glow embraces my body.

Catching a glimpse from the side of the tree I see flutters and dancing of the moss from the tree.

With each increase in tune the shadows reach distant relatives and unknown destinations.

The birds sing as the stars slowly surface touching the navy ceiling.

My old frame and worn hinges feel the warmth’s embrace and push my soul Into the tree, latching on to another shape and coating the base.

Will my shadow reach more when the sun finally sinks or will I become absorbed with my own soul.