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Soul of trees
The earth and the sky
When winter comes
Their stem and branches
Like human arms and hands
The flashy greens
By a palette of flowers
A time of rest
Under its shades
Do you hear them whisper?
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Oh, how I love trees, the older the better!
And, your poem speaks volumes.
Trees are one of nature’s way to help people in more ways than we could imagine.
The oxygen they produce through photosynthesis is vital to humanity’s existence.
We need to preserve them, indeed.
Thank you Maxine…
If trees could speak they would tell incredible stories…
our silent friends, waching over us in so many ways.
Have blessed day too