Monday, 22 September 2025

empathy outside my window

The wind speaks so loudly up the valley
To anyone that will listen, it is yelling

The trees are full up with understanding
Despite their unfortunate deafness

So with their many piney branches
They talk a quiet, broad sign language

Enfolding, embracing the gales and gusts
They calm the desperate soul of the wind

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