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Thursday, 13 October 2011

Here's a poem I wrote for a school assignment, what do you think?

The Dance

What does it sound like when trees dance?
Does it sound like thunder, like branches crackling and snapping?
Do the leaves rustle and crunch, shiver and whip?
Do the roots tug and swing the earth, as the familiar figures gracelessly move, lumbering around the clenching soil like a dark brown burden?
Do the trees moan and holler in deep hollow calls, declaring war?
Do they stop stomping the ground on which they stand, and cut the wrists of their branches, bleeding sap, bleeding dry?

Some day trees will bend down to mankind and whisper in his ear “you’re a fool, piss off”

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