Last Night I Dreamt
Last night I dreamt
Of mountain trees that ail
The needle rusted red
For beetle bark has ate
For global warming so
Causing the trees to dry
Rising in altitude though
There’s little room beyond
So pine beetles devour
Create their home in trees
While slicing lives for hour
Thus only stumps appear
Foreshadow mountain after years
All trees are gone and hill side bare
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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