(trees) do not
ask why are we here
stand bend-not-
break stoic
(bud, leaf, fruit-flower falling)
year by year by year
A tree-themed shadorma for Jane’s weekly challenge.
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I can hear the breeze among the leaves in this one.
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Oh, thank you. I will imagine summer leaves, summer breeze.
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I always felt trees are more evolved than us, your poem says that too. Love it.
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It seems it would be wonderful to be so above it all, tree-like.
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