Trees

Silent sands hold a rock.

Fallen tree, do thoughts follow?

 

Pain, no less yet tomorrow

I wonder, is worth unseen?

 

Remembrance an illusion

Arrow’s flight lost in storm?

 

A wish granted, forgiveness

Renewal, a tree grows

 

Be it mighty or forlorn,

As shelter or food,

Mighty weapon or tool

 

Once was, now is

What will be?

Is there tomorrow?

 

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