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Aug 2017
These branches are a shadow,
of the roots we see not grow.

Leaves turn brown in time of spring,
the patient earth knows everything.

Earth embalms the tree with soil,
keeps it strong throughout the toil

though the tree may lose its beauty,
It were not left unattended.
Fot the loss were temporary,
and the tree stood liberated,
the heavens found it worthy
though a younger tree ascended.

It was once an old, forgotten snag
...once blossomed but still died a log

And although the tree departed,
still the secret's not unearthed...
This poem involves what's happening to earth's trees.
Damiam Vincent Henry
Written by
Damiam Vincent Henry  26/M/Cape Town, South Africa
(26/M/Cape Town, South Africa)   
     NuBlaccSoul, -A- and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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