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a withering tree slowly dies amidst the power lines
there is beautiful poetry in the lines of movement created by the tree’s bends and its leafless branches, even in its final stages of life
let us be mindful of our actions
let them be guided by light and love
care for your home, this planet we are blessed to be in
Something about the lines and the tree remind me of musical notation, I would call this a requiem. Nice.
September 6, 2010 at 7:35 am
thanks!
September 7, 2010 at 10:42 am