#1652-Tree
07/02/2022
Quiet, early mornings,
When orange skies,
Fill up with memories,
Of days gone by.
When he was still around.
Gently drifting through time,
Waiting for Freedom Day
To arrive.
A hard, sad journey to see,
Yet Nature’s way,
For life-lessons to be believed.
The scent of his tree,
Lingers on.
But it’s especially hard,
On cool, clear mornings,
When no one’s around,
And there’s only silence
To be found.
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