violent winds swirling
roots torn, spines fractured, broken
history in ruins
casualties of climate
in a world, denying
I speak for the trees
cadavers among the flock
A young tree bends, an old tree breaks. A yung baimeleh baigt zikh, an alter brecht zich.
As we near the end of earth month, please, can I ask you, speak for the trees. Plant one, or many, for momma earth. She needs our help. Trees, they are like the chicken soup for the air.