Giving up
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The trees are falling one by one as if they’ve given up the need and will to stay in love with mother earth. |
Some decide a drawn-out death of slow and creeping fear that kills the leaves and trunks before severing the roots. |
I too could fall or suffer more
but the sky like my desire
bears down the sheer enormity
of what I’m hoping for.
It’s blue for me today
devoid of obstacles,
tomorrow maybe
clouds of fear
will crowd out
the beautiful
and bear down
hopelessness.
Well so much so for that
because the blue is always there
waiting like a lover
to speak of many things
silently and reverently
by its very presence.
The sky is blue, deep, and new
each time it chooses life
and pity so the trees, you, me,
who think of giving up!
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