The Death of Trees
by Carolyn Sant Angelo
The Death of Trees
Makes me weep
With tears of sap
The twists and turns
As a seemingly simple life
Strives for the sun
And the drops of dew
Can you feel the pain
In the body of bark?
Yet acorns still fall
Bringing hope
To the shadows
And the heartwood of our souls
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- Driftwood Beach on Jekyll Island S.C. at high tide.
