Trees, much older than me, real beauties
breathe their last breaths stretched across busy streets.
Compact little cedars in a line
their tops wave like wagging witch fingers.
Mother Nature is saying something is not right
people, pay attention - be kind.
I arrive at work and turn on my computer. I'm shocked
and horrified. I recall the crazy wind and the trees.
breathe their last breaths stretched across busy streets.
Compact little cedars in a line
their tops wave like wagging witch fingers.
Mother Nature is saying something is not right
people, pay attention - be kind.
I arrive at work and turn on my computer. I'm shocked
and horrified. I recall the crazy wind and the trees.
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