These trees that knew
My touch, could tell
The others too,
Before they fell.
Their children played
In leafy house;
Circling honeysuckle
And path of mouse.
These tree's offspring
Grew all around,
To muffle well
Coarse city sound.
Old trunks fall down
When new are made,
Their fragile light
Becomes a shade.
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