Donna
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The parks maple leaf canopy yellows prematurely.
Dropping wilted leaves and Summer way too early.
Tree trunks that call to mind elongated giraffe's spotted necks.
Rough, drought beaten, clearly demonstrating this year's climate wreck.
Peeling bark, scabbed over sun scorched wounds.
My heart cries for those mild tempered Seasons that brought tender tunes.
Where Nature was able to take her time.
And wasn't rushed into climate grime.
When trees didn't droop so soon.
A beaming sun kept smiling beyond noon.
While temperatures still remained steady.
Not fierce and deadly.
Now I see the sad trees
shed leaf tears
before Autumn's command.
Buckling under unjust
severe climate changes
demand.
©Donna H.
September 1, 2022
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Dropping wilted leaves and Summer way too early.
Tree trunks that call to mind elongated giraffe's spotted necks.
Rough, drought beaten, clearly demonstrating this year's climate wreck.
Peeling bark, scabbed over sun scorched wounds.
My heart cries for those mild tempered Seasons that brought tender tunes.
Where Nature was able to take her time.
And wasn't rushed into climate grime.
When trees didn't droop so soon.
A beaming sun kept smiling beyond noon.
While temperatures still remained steady.
Not fierce and deadly.
Now I see the sad trees
shed leaf tears
before Autumn's command.
Buckling under unjust
severe climate changes
demand.
©Donna H.
September 1, 2022
(Bild/Text)
