Old Tree
 
Brown and dark,
no leaves to shade the hot ground,
soon it will turn to dust.
The fairies worked day and night,
as the sun beamed hotly on it's roots,
bringing the tree down to the ground,
on this hot July day,
another tree lost.

By Mud Hen

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