May 30, 2017
By , Los Altos, CA

The sky was gray,
Nothing but tree stumps and tombstones.
Crosses went on for miles everyday there was more.
Skulls, bones everything was dead.
But one green sprout let so much freshness to the Earth
It emerged from the rock-like dirt
It addes by height after years
and that one sapling stayed
above were I had laid.

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