Let’s Dance: A quadrille with your choice of word
A gift from God
To sustain our life
Providing oxygen to live
And beauty to behold
While driving to destinations
Some known and unknown
Occasionally you will pass
An area of destruction
Trees decimated oxygen depleted
Vibrant colors of fall
Lost, no longer visible
©Regina Phillips 2019
A lovely poem for trees Regina, and I love your painted tree. So beautiful! It is a sad state indeed, when trees are cut down. Such a loss for us all!
ReplyDeleteThanks and yes, removing trees always sadden the spirit.
DeleteIt is amazing how finding a once-forested area shaved to clay does bring you up short. A beautiful description of trees--also, love them image! :)
ReplyDeleteYes indeed, it always looks barren. Thanks, a new craft of mine, painting rocks!
ReplyDeleteYou painted that tree? It is gorgeous! I hate to see trees come down. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, a new hobby along with writing. Thanks, so do I.
DeleteGreat poem and lovely painted tree!
ReplyDeleteThank you Vicki.
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