Trees can only grow so tall
in a graveyard of saps because
learning how to love
the snow and cherish
hail is a lonely thing.
Many never make it through stormy
weather; survivors always lose
something, especially
in the wisdom of living
another year of growing
solitude. The most beautiful sight
is a sap in Spring, birthed in
old soil. Later, they join
the other trees who shed
their leaves in remembrance.
Wow, this was so good...we can make so many connections to this! I love it
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