The sound of a chainsaw.
Once living oak
tumbling on green grass.
No more acorns,
No more birds.
There's less oxygen in the air
More sunlight on the lawn
Memories have died.
I wonder what it feels?
This winter it will live again
briefly, glowing in the fireplace
as I huddle around its warmth
Thinking of how cool its shade was.
I cannot believe you didn't include a picture. Shame.
ReplyDeleteomg, I forgot...too late
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