Why? by Lexi Morgan

Posted: June 2, 2014 by Lexi in LexieM

Dancing in the breeze from the corpses of fellow trees,
They ask me
Crying beneath my roots in cold, stone tombs,
They ask me
I’m fertilized by their misery,
Their long-forgotten prayers,
Their mournful cries of
I weep for them,
My leaves shy away from their ghosts in the night.
Dawn is breaking,
Here comes the axe.
I stand as they stood:

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