Did we gain a year or two
because we live behind
the row of indigenous trees that grew
so perfectly aligned?
I guess we’re doomed to find
out just how long the shade will last
when the sun gets hotter still
and burning leaves fall off so fast
we can’t avoid the spill
Of radiance that will fulfill
Chastisement for the wrath we stirred
In He who breathed the living word.
Are You Reading Me?
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