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Soul of trees

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Soul of trees

Autumn leaves
Falling down

Coloring both
The earth and the sky

When winter comes
Their stem and branches

stretch out
Like human arms and hands

In springtime
The flashy greens

Are framed
By a palette of flowers

And summertime?

A time of rest
Under its shades
And smiles

Soul of trees contain the rhythm and movements of the cosmos... beware of their beauty and look!
Help for trees

Do you hear them whisper?

2 thoughts on “Soul of trees”

  1. Hi Fleeky,

    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.



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