Doctor Grandma

I like to walk at dusk or dawn,

hear the trees speak to my soul,

These southern pines rise to the skies,

majestically, stand tall,

Offer shelter to the birds

to safely raise their young,

Oh, the stories they could tell!

They weep and whisper to themselves,

but lift their branches to the Sun

and hope for better days.

cfblack, 230905

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