All About Trees
Someone has to pay it
‘Cause this blood flows so deep
Tireless roots never quit
But their lives seem all too cheap
Embracing the world
Exhaling us our life
Their eyes old and gnarled
We can give back, all our strife
Their color paints the sky
For the birds who never fly
But our love for their beauty
Has long since died
Sun’s unbroken light, a dusty ray
Makes the world seem a bit too grey
They don’t mind, they’ll take the blame
To let us continue this silly game
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Tom H. | Year Posted 2013
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