I walk to work everyday. A blessing. I pass this trailer court. Everyone in there has seen better days. All the trailers were new. Alonnnng time ago. Please try seeing from this perspective.
The first thing you see is green. The green reflects in the suns rise and becomes luminescent.
The green is moss. The moss is eveywhere. The moss is beautiful. Beauty is everywhere.
It does not look the same in the dark. Nor in the shadows, it only looks bleak and rundown. There are out buildings(I'll take a photo and post it one sunny day) These out-buildings belong to one of the mobile homes, the one closest to the road, near where I live. It is part of a trailer park. The sign, by the road, says so.
I wonder if it is moss thru neglect? Or maybe it is meant to be, they, the owners like their simple garden of moss. It covers the rooftops of the four out-buildings. Only in late winter does the sun even get close to breaking thru the branches and limbs of the surrounding trees. It is guarded like a national treasure. There is a 6 1/2 foot fence and a fierce barking dog. There is a tall aluminum ladder up against the tree on the left. To the right of the tree with the ladder is a building that catches my eye. The moss covered roof has a guard owl on it. I can not see what he is watching over.
Maybe a more private space, secluded from all the traffic that goes by. The owl is watching over a set of antlers, A trophy to human conquest over some poor 12 point buck? Are they even real? Then there is a taller tree - no ladder - this time just a tree house. The roof of the tree house is moss covered too. Not built for kids? Looks well built and secure. How do they get up there? Ah yes the ladder on the first tree! It is not big enough for more than one person. Is it a decoration or maybe many years ago there were children that played up off the ground. Guilded in green moss even back then. The moss is not evenly distributed. There are thick clumps and thin patches; even though it is everywhere.
The shortest moss covered building is closest to the fence. It has and octagon roof shape with all the ridge-lines, moss masked. Then there is the last one taller yet, the second shortest. What, is inside these buildings? They are not very big, they are not the same size or height, they are not even all on the ground. Do they hide a secret garden? Are they barriers to the sights and sounds of the busy boulevard? What if all the noise that wheels bring was to stop.......
It is the moss in the sunshine, that caught my eye; as I was walking, to work, passing by.
Moss so green, so alive, beside, a street so mean, peace and quiet so contrived.
Now bed me down on moss covered streets , where trees rest on undisturbed paths,
Where rays of light stream within borders, of a misty morning, rested and afresh from
silent dreams.
What was once black-grey ashphalt, is now green and softened, no longer harsh and cracked,
Life moves slower, sleepier, paced by the green moss, a living carpet, to let your dreams take root.
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