SHADOWS OF TREES

Mouths of trees
Are their roots
They roam in the earth
And search to feed
To keep the standing bodies
Fresh and strong
But no eye does see
Their tiresome toil
Unless erosion washes
Hands dig
Then their dirty selves are seen
Their elimination is the upper fall
And death to all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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