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SOUL'S CRY
Soul's laugh soul's cry
Soul's live soul's die
But what of the soul's of trees
Sipping soil in which we bleed
Nature uses our body to feed
Colorful tears shed are leaves
Falling like a ballet in breeze
Whimsical dramatic blue melody
Trees that stand as nations fall
Despite wars in lands they stand tall
Hearing all our tales bittersweet
Fearing our own power in peak
Chopping trees down despite need
Shrilling sound of dying greenery
The soul's of men hang low
Hanging then during Jim Crow
Brown bodies lynched from branch
Trees do scream in this land
But we ignore, don't listen at all
Animals we are and sure to fall
If we don't learn to hazel hear
Trees that cry colorful leaf tears
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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