I walked
I walked
I walked among the trees to breathe again
Their branches bending down embracing me
Leaning down to give some comfort
In the sultry September evening.
Records of all sorts are broken
Awaiting evening news to understand
If indeed it’s is the hottest day in history
While Grecian rivers run down roads.
Trees our past and now our future
If younger generations are to survive
We never can have too many
The question is - have we planted any?
I pass the fallen trees - our erstwhile heroes
Felled by summer storms sans precedent
Roots in the air, victims of the gale
That robbed them of a hundred years of growth.
Breathe in, breath out beneath the boughs
That hear our prayers and our sighs
The canopy that grants us mercy
From sun and rain in lows and highs.
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