#17

There were
trees
they grew there

tall
proud
they waved to heaven
on a breezy day

they left
when the letter came
they hung their heads
and they left

perhaps it was something you said

today they bear fruit
on distant soil
and wave at me

I can see their grins
toothy and pure from here

There were
trees
they grew there
now
there is grass
nothing but grass