Sitting in a Canyon

My thoughts were twerked and online aroused by the sweet sweet air while I was sitting in a canyon. My fingers typed to my eyes’ delight the familiar faces that surrounded him.  My love is here, in the air, through favors that were once wishes.  I left them in the tree so high that God would listen above the sky.  Perhaps today I am too high perched above my ole tree’s top.,  The wish will sink underneath my weight and the favors I ask will carry a heavy gait.  Whisk whip into the canyon my thoughts toward the 101 things that I thought I had but left where I call home