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Speak for the Trees

tears fall from the tips of leaves, 
no longer heaving but finally at peace, 
no longer a place for relief, 
no longer bending to the constant breeze, 
no longer kept afloat meandering rivers, 
no longer subject to raging fires, 
no longer a victim to defeat. 

tides no longer pulling at the heart, 
stars no longer hovering above, 
no longer tormented to be part of the world 
that casts itself forcibly upon a need for an anchor, 
as the only surviving hope. 

life no longer to be cradled within these branches, 
the forest now lives inside the heart 
of everything we once knew.


treesautumnchangesforestmoving onfall

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