Poetry

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.

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