(Poem #344 on new numbering scheme)
Perhaps the trees were happy with the move. The dirt was nice; the buildings gave them shade. At first, the rain was beautiful, it seemed. But winds appeared, and blew the young trees down.
(Poem #344 on new numbering scheme)
Perhaps the trees were happy with the move. The dirt was nice; the buildings gave them shade. At first, the rain was beautiful, it seemed. But winds appeared, and blew the young trees down.