2morrows Tree Slam
Look carefully at this tree
As yesterday what was dead and burnt
Will tomorrow birth a sunflower
And shower charred bark with colour
Oh Mother how i hate the storm clouds
They keep the rainbows at bay
And always over stay there welcome
Oh Mother
I wish i was a tree
Rather than just another autumn leaf
Destined to clutter up an already
dirty street
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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