A lament
The trees used to speak
Used to remember
They used to flower
In all types of weather
Now they are bare
Their branches twisted
They barely speak
And when they do, it’s fiction
Once tall and gracious
Now gnarled and cruel
They hold cracked husks
Where they once held jewels
The trees used to speak
Used to remember
But now this mind garden
Has become a desert
Dawn & Dusk 
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