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| Early morning click during my walk |
'T' is for Trees
Sentinels of peace, nature's appointees,
Aloof from the cancerous craze of monies.
Enchanting boudoirs of sweet symphonies,
Of bird song, bee buzz and darting butterflies.
Blissful concourse for fun, frolic of squirrels
A theme for quieting the leitmotif of quarrels.
Sans hubris, shield the wealthy and the weary,
unfailingly elevate the tottering and the teary.
Imposingly tower the earth’s skyline,
Breathe in deadly poisons from its spine.
Their drunken dance in the soft breeze,
Is the charming allure to amaze 'n' please.
Their gloss and saturation in soaking rain,
Allow us a goodly sight bereft of pain.
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| The bliss of green in my favorite park |
Friends, your thoughts are awaited.
