Passed a neglected garden of late. It seemed in quite a sorry state. Some men came to make some notes. But seemed to give it little thought. Up on high the grasses grow. Beneath the windows row by row. The other plants just cry with pain. I guess we'll never grow again. They have taken up our space on the ground Like an advancing army I'll be bound. They are taking our water Oh my. As they journey to the sky. Perhaps it soon will be resolved. And peace will reign. Once again
The tree has no need to believe in God or son of man no rhyme or reason at all through time the Kings and Queens will fall but the tree still stands so tall.
Whilst out walking I observed the old Pine trees that were planted before I was born and no doubt will still be there after I'm gone. https://www.instagram.com/p/ByOFl32HltP/