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.
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
In response with the Daily Prompt : “Tree”
Picture Courtsey : Google
Note : Edited 🙂
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