
When the oak wept forth tears,
Were they tears of blood?
Born of some sadness,
From in his heart wood,
Did he weep for the silence,
Or death in the lairs?
As man unleashed violence,
On foxes and hares,
Was it ’cause he awaited,
The bite of man’s axe,
For that species grew greedy,
And green spirit lacks,
None remained to ask questions,
Of why the oak cried,
As mankind brought corruption,
And the oak’s forest died.
Words by Robin Green-Elk..
Artist Tara Pappas
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1650012888510106/
Beautiful and sad.
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True, thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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fine poem
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Beautiful 🦊
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Thanks
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You are welcome 😊
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