Death of Tress
After summer when nights begins to chill
I wonder how do trees feel?
Do they know soon it will be fall?
Can trees understand seasons at all?
Could it be trees actually grieve
with the falling of each and every leaf?
Are trees aware soon they too will die?
Do trees spend their time ever wondering why?
These beautiful trees standing mighty in the sun
don't get a choice. They can't run.
Every three hundred and sixty five days
they go through change.
I think it is all too strange.
How trees experience rebirth in spring
after they die each year and get a ring.
There is always pain whenever one grows.
The trees sing in the wind because they know
all life on earth is very temporary.
Don't be fooled by trees. They feel everything.
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