Falling Man Liking a Cut Down Timber-

Effervescentess as the flowers are crying 
As the wind blows through the valleys 
The grass is moving dancing in the breeze so are the flowers 
Clouds bump each other producing rain the rain showers Over gust abandoned nest of the droplets of tears 
From the angels eyes from their face they're crying 
Woe is me,  woe for mankind man you see
Has falling like a cut down tree
Timber
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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June 24, 2022 at 10:47 AM
I hate when trees are taken down. There is no real respect for the process of how they got there in the first place. We need God... This is a well-written poem... A new FAV for me... Ann
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