for the dead falling leaves
for spring buds revealed
for hardened knots concealed
I speak for the woods
for somebody should
for the things that we waste
for things uneasily replaced
I speak for their souls
for their lack of control
for their sad siren songs
for the trees have no tongues
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"I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues."
~ The Lorax by Dr. Seuss
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Nean: I love this poem; possibly one of my favorites that you have written. I love it for its simplicity, for its rhythm, for its rhyme, for its depth. I love when there's an underlying layer of meaning to things, when you have to figure out what that means for yourself. You've accomplished that here.
Thanks for sharing this!
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