Trees
They rise from the earthGreat hands
Full of power and strength
Bringing forth beauty
and life
from their fingertips
So that all the world breathes
easier
But as all dies to winter,
man severs each finger
lest hands turn to fists,
demanding liberation.
No.
These hands,
these severed stumps,
stand broken
until spring,
when again they serve our pleasure,
until they are broken again
posted by Dan Wilson @ 3:48 PM
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