Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling

Emily Dickinson

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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die—

Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—
Dumbly testify—
We—who have the Souls—
Die oftener—Not so vitally—

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  • Reggie1

    "Nature sears a Sapling" hits deep 😢💚