Trees also need to breathe,
Though theirs is stomatic,
In those green bustling little leaves
The life is dynamic –
Life’s currents flow through them,
Such that our bricks are made
We each and all owe trees for life
-The debt cannot be paid
Trees work humble magic
-Joining both Earth and Air-
Toiling in the burning sun, so
You and I can be here.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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