Forget the fall. Forget the slow decay.
Forget the rotted strength and blackened leaves.
Remember them green against the summer day.
Remember this, o heart that grieves:
Let there be ashes. Let there be smoke.
Remember the green oak.
--Dedicated to those who die before death, and those who mourn them.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Remembering Trees
Labels:
free rhyme,
poetry
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