The Awaiting Time
Sleeping trees,
Weary and worn out,
They retire back home,
Losing strength,
They await a revitalizing,
They await a time of refreshing,
Reaching for spring,
They hope for a new dawn,
A door to a turn of events,
They'll worry no more about losing pieces,
For it's the dawn of a new era,
They'll bask in their rich foliage.
July 19, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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