The Tree

October 22, 2008
I asked the tree what it has seen
It shuddered with memories
Fallen leaves crumpled
New leaves growing
I asked the tree to sing to me
It lifted its branches
The wind whistling through
I asked the tree if it could forgive humanity For all we've damaged
All we've burned It caught the shine
of the sun on its leaves
Another day, Another chance to change

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