A Fullstop.

As I held my child last night, all I could see was her prick marks, her bald head, her hopeless eyes and her small body writhing in pain.

So, I did what I could and helped her move to her painless world.

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The Tree

The roots, strong and grounded

The branches, spreads a warm welcome

The million leaves, green and brittle

The trunk,mighty in the face of storm

The twigs,but bow humbly to the breeze

The huge home, to a few hundreds

Forcing but none to stay

Takes the trash and gives us life

Harming none on the on the way

And yet we, the “humans” destroy

“The Tree”

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In response with the Daily Prompt : “Tree

Picture Courtsey : Google

Note : Edited 🙂