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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Insightful and succinct.A good read !
Thank you Vijay.
Beautiful write-up…
A life without trees wouldn’t be, though.
Joel, thank you for your comment..