POEM: Park from a Hotel Balcony

I see a canopy of trees.
Wind-rolled like undulating seas.
A strange green scene from my balcony.
Seems like such a vast expanse
of trees tossed, locked in a dance.
From sidewalk, they're of stalwart stance.
But from here they are an ocean to me.

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