After a Tree is chopped down
There is a sound that hangs in the air.
Today, that sound,
or the sudden lack thereof,
is my morning
prayer.
Listen, God is singing through the Elms, first as thunder, then as wind, then as trembling leaves and limb.
After a Tree is chopped down
There is a sound that hangs in the air.
Today, that sound,
or the sudden lack thereof,
is my morning
prayer.