Sonnet 22 Defoliation Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Flowing music of winds and clouds advance
Around rivers that run throuhg earth's bosom
And in the banks where flowers take their chance
Feelings of withering shake the bottom.

With open eyes, my thoughts rise to the sounds
Smelling sacrifice and defoliants 6
For those trees that gave smiles to men with boughs
And stood against storms with strength of giants.

I feel desires of running in the weild
Naked, without heart, with only a song:
To become one of them, a little child
Begging compassion for this nature 's throng.

And where will we sad creatures come to sing
In future days of almost fading Spring?
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6-. defoliant= Chemical spray that strips growing
plants of their leaves.