The Trees Here
the trees here are poisoned
the trees here are sick
can't you see them weeping?
there's the blood they cry, so thick
the trees here are poisoned
the trees here once thrived
in this place of luscious wonder
now, they've barely survived
the trees here are poisoned
the trees here will fall
their roots are weak and trembling
but they can await no siren's call
the trees here are poisoned
but the trees here can't die
the role they serve is vital
here, they're holding up the sky
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Free Bird
PoetryThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
