Old Trees

Image Source: In Flickr by Alison Tomlin

The damp coarse bones,
Stands rigid in the storm,
In the comings and goings
Of these rain,
embracing the new seed,
While these old trees fall in the ground,
As the spring wind jolt their heart,

Alas, a man I’m,
Full of grief,
In comings and goings
Of every leaf.

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