The Trees Lament
Reaching up to the
sky
The trees stand tall
in spring and summer
Their memories stretch
back
for many years
Yet fall and winter always arrive
Their leaves turn
to flame
and fall to the cold, hard, ground
Then the trees are bare
This happens every
year
Even trees face their demise
But what a glorious ride
they have
What would life be
like without the memories
the memories
of trees
They are emblems
of creation itself
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2017
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