City Forest
City Forest
T’would be a forest in another time,
These days it shelters just one;
Riotous messenger it blows in the breeze,
Then quietly with reverie, leaves us alone.
Life is decided in this dawn of the morn,
Death invited to be a friend,
But no, not yet, neath your lovely leaves,
This little remnant has not met its end.
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