Today I saw the forest weeping. The sunlit sky dripped diamonds off branches and pine needles. Today I saw the forest weeping. After a frigid day and night, it shrugged on a winter coat of ice and snow. Today I saw the forest weeping. The dead leaves exposed the trunks and branches, making the abrupt winter spell a shock. Today I saw the forest weeping. It doesn't know why, like most of us, and sometimes it makes me want to cry, too. Today I saw the forest weeping. The tears would dry and freeze and thaw, repeating, hopefully, until the end.
E.H. Campbell 