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Trees


The trees are falling.
One by one they collapse,
Crying out their unwanted
Defeat.
They do not understand,
But nothing can be done;
Their lives are not their
Own.
The space they once had,
Is needed for something else,
And they, in all their beauty,
Are not.
Sorrow is the bed of leaves
On which they lie,
Broken.


August 28,1999