Come with me

we’ll walk awhile.

See the trees over there

their leaves

the shining golds & yellows

reds and greens

holding on until the

last rain

dashes their hopes

for more life

in the sun

on the tree

of mother.

She had

so many


Watch the

birds in plain


hiding not

like the lizards

& squirrels.

The birds

show it all.


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