everywhere
The fallen stumps scraping the ground
leaving skid marks helter-skelter
like they were dragged
against their will,
pleading for their lives
They lopped off the tops,
hacked the limbs,
so the trees stand bare
barely trees
now they are shorn
of branches, leaves, nests
and a whole third shorter
so the sun glares,
unlike when it used to peek
at us from between leaves,
shine its light on us
like diamonds glittering.
Now it pours on us
unfettered,
liquid gold
and we burn,
burn,
mourning the shade
we never knew we loved
till it was gone.
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