Flowers in the warm sun
never taking care
from where
the light has come,
trees in gentle breeze-
sway,
as birds nest in them,
knowing not where those
winds begin,
they never need-
worry or take heed
yet man for his sake,
the gentle breeze
that once comforted-
now a cold chill in the air
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Author:
matthew mckeown (
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- Category: Reflection
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