These Trees
Autumn’s here oppressing poor trees,
Spring’s far, fresh life is far to trees,
Silent they give selfless service,
To wayfarers show way, these trees.
Give their all these all-weather friends,
Standing mute they help all, these trees.
How to city folks they bring news?
Getting chopped sans whimper, these trees,
Cool shelter, who help breathe clean air?
Who else but kindly, caring trees?
Still O man you want to chop them,
You’d desert Earth than plant new trees.
A long autumn alas is here,
And spring far off, far off new life!
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Reflections |09.12.2021| couplets
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