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Burn the Trees

December 4, 2025
By Anonymous

A life fulfilled by greenleaf’s majesty.

A gentle wind evokes magnol’ bud.

Where sunkissed tulips embrace majesty.

Where linen was white, removèd by blood. 


Where dost thou abide, summer’s majesty?

Where dost thou linger in glorious day?

Where dost thou dwell within a fantasy?

“Observe thee now,” proclaims summer gaily.


Thy mirror shall be revealed forevermore.

Seeds you shall sow, ground you shall fertilize.

Summer’s majesty hidden nevermore.

Above the horizon thou Phoebus rise.


A gentle wind stirs truth forevermore.

Summer’s radiance hidden nevermore.


The author's comments:

This poem is part of a larger collection of seasonal poetry that I'm currently working on. 


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