A bare barked tree standing dead against the sky.
Birds sit atop and their gentle song they cry.
The stream washes away any remaining roots,
While squirrels go about their own selfish pursuits.
An old woman stands alone, unable to carry on.
A radio blasts from a car, with a deafening song.
Traffic streams past, taking the breath from her lungs.
Children run amok, with foul swearing tongues.
Awareness will end for all that live and breathe.
Life is never the time in which we should grieve?
From a birth to a death is a mere passage of sand.
Words must be read to truly understand.
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