April 30, 2025

The great oaks fell.

They were nestled too close,

Their roots intertwined.

The soil too wet from so much spring rain.

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The wind flipped them over like a tossed rug

And broke them like a lamp on the other side,

A tangled splintered mess.

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Nature is reckless.

I love her and hate her.

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Is not a tree the purest of treasures?

It is not greedy to love a tree.

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