Without Trees



Can we live without trees?
Without their leaves rustling in the breeze,
The scent they flow,
When summer comes
Their dead that fall
On autumn days;
Even when they have surpassed;
Some immortal soul remain,
White against perpetual green,
Proud still in decay.

© Fingleton (Octobre 2016) (Löst Viking)

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