Tree's Poem To Dead Mother - Poem by Braden Coucher
The greatest creature known to man.
All that hugs you grows up. Leaves
From us who hug you with our roots.
We, hatchlings alone
Come from within
You, the greatest creature known to man.
We grow away from
You, reaching for sun.
We plant our own seeds, make homes
For sparrows and must stand
In the shadow of each weeping
We, trees alone
Hug that from which we come with our roots.
Fallen in cycle
Cover you In ochre blanket,
And leave us
Brown arms, barren and empty
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