Even the trees know it…
The whole forest is sighing with sorrow,
shaking with grief,
whispering condolences,
seeking answers.
“Was it Birch, or Cherry,
Ash, Aspen or Beech,
Hazel or Holly,
Rowan or Willow?
We really don’t know!
We could say we fear the worst,
but sadly that has already happened…
It is a grave situation
justifying soul searching,
But where will it all end?
We shall sorrow on the morrow,
mourn in the morn
and grieve in the eve.
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