By Audrey Lopez
The trees look alone,
as they stand with naked arms.
Reaching out to something,
to make them more whole.
Conversing with each other,
in their own way.
Trying to make it clear,
that they’d be gone someday.
By Audrey Lopez
The trees look alone,
as they stand with naked arms.
Reaching out to something,
to make them more whole.
Conversing with each other,
in their own way.
Trying to make it clear,
that they’d be gone someday.