Trees and Me
I am hurting, and shaking.
I am waiting.
For the day to start again,
But it’s still dark outside.
Graceful, cold and dark.
The wind blows and it’s silent this time.
I know it’s blowing, the tress are shaking.
They are shaking but they aren’t hurting.
They aren’t hurting anyone.
Trees are beautiful and numb and they still grow.
But they are still trees.
That’s all they will ever be.
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