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For your height has weighed down on you.
For your branches held a beautiful
place up in the sky.
The wind ripped you from where
you were as if to pull life
out of your roots.
Your girth was your death.
You lean over to the fence as if
asking your friend to help to
bring you back to the beauty that
was your existence
For yet that is not to be life
has been cut short.
You are no more it is time
to say goodbye.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
devastation from storm and damage

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Beautifully written ... I can so relate to this ... Saw a massive tree the other day that had been uprooted by a srorm ... The exposed roots must have been at least 15 foot wide

Wonderfully written at the sad demise of the trees. Mother Nature can be so cruel at times. You wrote this fine my book shelf friendgrin teddybear
as always good to read from u
beatiful sorrow piece
Hello we had trees that pulled up the earth when they fell over. We had a tornado touch down in 3 places. I am in o suburbs. I still have no power at a restaurant charging everything. I pray your day has been a blessed one
redex thank you for your kind words. I almost cried at the beauty that had died because of a tornado. Yes mother nature is cruel. I still am powerless.
thank you and may your day be a blessed one
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