Dying tree spoke to me.

Dying Trees Last Whispers



Dear stranger, "Sorry !"
I could not give you no shade or no fruit to bear for you.
They have uprooted me.
You should have come by when I was rooted, my soul rode the clouds on all days and all night, and humanity rejoiced under my shade. The winds and the clouds have planted my soul somewhere, someplace far away from where you will never uproot me.
There is no respite for you and me, on this road.
Your tongue is dry, my roots are thirsty, your throat is parched,.
I have been wrenched from my earthly mother's bosom.
Now there is no shade, no fruits on this treeless landscape you call home.

God bless you

May all be well with you

DMD

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