Obsolete

by Dagmar Wilson   Mar 6, 2019


Did you know
we talk amongst each other
holding hands when the moon hits the sky,
we are these massive giants overseeing the garden.

We fear mankind
they take away the oxygen,
cutting our branches and pulling the roots.
Nature is becoming obsolete.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    How true so very true!! I liked the opening of this
    poem and the imagery you have painted. Its majestic, romantic
    and at the same time sad...a lovely read :)

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