Oh misty green beauties,
your branches sway
in hazy softness, sadly,
against your black bark .
What do they understand
Of your deep mysteries?
They don’t even notice
Your simple serenity,
or feel the injustice
of your pain!
When you fall to the earth
in silent submission
your heart is seared,
your agony spilt to the sand,
in an unacknowledged sacrifice.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Oh misty green beauties,
your branches sway
in hazy softness, sadly,
against your black bark .
What do they understand
Of your deep mysteries?
They don’t even notice
Your simple serenity,
or feel the injustice
of your pain!
When you fall to the earth
in silent submission
your heart is seared,
your agony spilt to the sand,
in an unacknowledged sacrifice.
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