Tree
You,
friend,
that rise
imposing
and vigorous.
Waved by the wind.
Inclining without being defeated.
Shaking your leafy and green branches.
Small drops of rain with which you are blessed.
Storms, droughts, fires; you have always survived.
Only one could.
Machine
Firewood
Chainsaw
Axe
Ash…
Progress
Copyright © Gabriel Lopez | Year Posted 2011
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