Wonders Poem by Bull Hawking

Wonders



wonders how the tree feels

when it's only partly felled

when it's shedding multicolored tears

in a mono-chroming world

trees can't leave...you know

unless they lumber off

piece by piece it's no way to go

unless peaceful's what you do

i've never heard 'um cry, complain or fuss

accept the slant of light

accept the chill of night

accept the pull of wind or rain

to drain us of our life

Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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