SAPLINGS by Z.B.McClure
From where I stand
to meditate
upon the misty view.
I see the ghosts
of trees now cut,
the space where they once
grew.
And it haunts me
to my center.
When I hear mosquitoes
buzz.
'Cause that's the sound
Grimm reaper makes
when he does the things
he does.
Then through my
netherworld
there shines
a shaft of spreading light...
spotlighting all the saplings
who have just begun to
fight!
And so. as I feel
Ol' Reaper's
bite?
I fall down
HOPEFUL,
at the sight.
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