A Poet Without God
A poet without God the sun is yellow its not the essence
of life and hung to be worhship and leaves are red yellow
and green it doesn't dance in the wind and love for many
colors of love the evergreen is a tree that can stand the
cold months of winter its not the fountain of youth that
could bring food for the world becauses its babies can
one be grown it the snow in the coldest of month in
fall of a ice age.
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2007
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