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Above my balcony is the roof.
With it's mud brown tiles and
specks of green fuzzy moss.
Water beaten.
Wind, broken.
Cracks and lines create small pathways
with cobwebs inbetween them,
bugs crawling around in the small crevices.

Yet when stitting up there on my roof,
it's reminding me that it's the thing
that protects me from the vicious,
bone rattling storms.
From the blowing wind and rain.

Besides its old weather beaten look,
specks of mossy fuzzy green
it's a peaceful place to sit on
watching the sun set,
the sky smeared with colors so bright.
It has given me a peaceful place to rest
after the day is done.
Taking me away from my hectic life

Some people might not appreciate their roofs,
especially an old weather beaten one,
with cracks in the tiles and bugs crawling through them
like in small organized colonies.
One not so nice looking.
But once you see what it can give you, the sunset and
feel the breeze and listen to the sounds
of creatures around you.
You'd probably appreciate your roof, too.


~Apple Strudle
2-12-08