Still Standing
A fairly recent, free verse poem of mine
Still Standing
They outlive us...
they will outlive us,
should we all
cease to be
Passive they stand,
sustained from above;
pouring down
sweet sunlight and rain
Grounded,
their deep roots
widely spread, whilst
their branches dance f-r-e-e
reaching ever
skywards
Last edited by ameliorate : 29-10-2020 at 06:00 PM.
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