this time
two trees stood
upon an
empty field
above them
heavy clouds
about to
make a few
of the rainy
days
they've grown
leaves
and deeper roots
what with
the time they
have consumed
for all those
years
soon will
be the fruits
and then
the children come
to climb
and gather
what ripeness
is found
this time
the trees stand still
unbowed by
the storms and
the other calamities
of lighting
and thunder
more like
the two of us...
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