For all of his branches
The way they hold fast in a breeze
For all his expanses
Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves
For nature’s advances
Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped
Satirical dances
Mourning most at his loss of leaf
For all of his branches
The way they hold fast in a breeze
For all his expanses
Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves
For nature’s advances
Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped
Satirical dances
Mourning most at his loss of leaf
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
- Verse Seventeen -
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