The trees

July 20, 2012
By Heliotroph BRONZE, Gilroy, California
Heliotroph BRONZE, Gilroy, California
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The death of the trees was the death of me
No one should ever see
The wound gaping inside me

The forest was always there
I would have always cared
But it all died with the trees

They tore them up, killed the trees
And with the trees, they killed me

My heart will always ache with loss
The falling of the trees was its cost

My wound is one time will never heal
I am wondering if it is real

The trees fell with unheard cries
All that I could do was cry
All the things that make me, me
They all died with the falling trees

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