Trees and Nature Say

your breath six lungs away

golden sunflower held close today,

rain leaves spiritual mark

close to tree i write on bark

 

on crack smoked trains

ice melted elongated veins

from forest to urban swing park

skin fragile age peels like bark

 

would jesus see citizens the same

as they shout shoot and maim,

but with words i can hark

back to moss strewn branches and bark

 

bitter subsides and no deride

from greasy window see outside

there awaits a sweet lark

and find salvation clutching bark

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