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The trees cry – a poem

Watching the water drops

Trickle from treetops,

Each one a tear of sorrow.

Bare branches forlorn

In the grey of the morn,

As they wait for a better tomorrow.

Even flowering colour

Has never looked duller,

In sunless cloud choked skies.

It’s a pitiful scene

Not a springtime dream,

No wonder the trees do cry.

Photo by Earth Mother Nature Lover. Hannah Semple

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