sad stump of a tree
once a carrotwood stood there
I still remember.
I go neighborhood walk daily and greet the trees. I feel sad if any of them fell down or was chopped down. I think, as they give us air, shade and a lot of other necessities, we need to honor them.
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Seema Patel
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Comments (2)
I second that. nature deserves our kindness.
save the forest, so sad. very true.