Trees
are here
trees are there
Trees everywhere
Shelter from the sun
except when fall is done
and they are no longer green
and nesting birds no longer seen
until in the spring they bud and bloom
Birds return, nest once more, my spirits zoom
In a list
A contest entry
- OPTIONS (PW ALLOWED) by Rhythm Child.
400 points, ended February 8, 41 entries
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