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
Sharing my story through a science fiction blog.
Writer and Linguist
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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