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i speak for the trees this morning,
majestic in watching silent yearning...
decades and lifetimes wrapped
into every grain and knot....
leafy blanket for the burning
embryos of wing and child.....
the last statement of an angry god
whose voice diffused into forgetfulness,
whose open hands were ignored!
cut, and fallen!
the legacy of man!
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