28 Feb 2014

Eastern Freeway


The Art of Killing Trees 


I have heard of some men
Who pull us out like their dentists would
Along with the roots
Not the ones who hacked me though
They left me with a chance to live

The birds circle above me
Looking for me now and then
Come back or send your little ones
Hopefully I should be back here for them

Maybe someone will place a holy figure
A temple or a shrine
Or the master plan for the city
will be redrawn
And you shall feel
my shade again

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