The Trees

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Meters of life's progression

the Trees

The ones who watch and stand

guard, still and stubborn

Constant against wind, rain, sun

and the frozen tundra of Gaia's

Wintered slumber

They stand tall...towering

always?

 

Some are dying

Some are in great pain

Right before our very eyes

Our human designer shade

clad eyes

are shaded to the brutal truth

What do we do to assist the

ones who stand tall

Towering?

 

How sad when Evergreens

shall never again

be Green

Turning brown and brittle in the sun and rain

Unable to take the nourishment...

dying

As we stand by, small and

helpless at their death bed...watching

the demise

 

Let us care about the trees

Givers of oxygen

Givers of our very essential sustenance

The ones we climbed as children

Sitting in the naked nooks of

those limbs outstretched

Solving the problems of our own

little lives

The ones who shade us

when the long deep, hot day has

beaten us down

 

The trees are dying

It tears at my human heart

It

brings tears to my human eyes

My shades are off...allowing for the frenzied flow

down my cheeks

My passion has been pierced

The salt of my tears burning the

wound...soon to be a

scar

 

I ache to know

What to do...how do I help?

 

The trees

They still tower

but...for how long?

 

 

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