A/N: just something I wrote for school... decided to make it into a lily/james 'cause I felt like posting something

Estivale

Dusty light

Filters through the branches

The last rays of the sun

Flicker as a dying fire

On the copper brown bark

At my back.

I look down,

And see you sitting

Staring out through the leaves,

Humming an old tune,

Idly swinging one leg

In time with mine,

Though you can not see it.

Further down,

Fallen leaves are strewn

As a child's neglected play things

In every imaginable color,

Save black.

Pine needles,

Acidic to the tongue

Litter the dust

Refreshing it

With their sharp scent,

Disguising the other stale leaves

And needles

Lying hidden beneath.

People walk past

The spectrum of the trees

And past our tree

Staring at the ground

As if fascinated by

Their shoes, the soles worn out

From walking too fast,

Rushing to be where they think

They have to be.

No one pauses to look up

At the sky, or the tree

Or us.

Everyone walks by

Oblivious to the wonder of the sky

Splashed with red and yellow

The artist's sunset of a canvas

Transformed

In the light of the spent day.

No one sees us,

Our backs to the same trunk,

Our feet swinging lazily

In time with each other's.

A/N: Kudos to anyone who can decipher its warped, confusing content ;)

By the way, "Estivale" means "of the summer"

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