Mighty Dead Trees
Standing majestic against the sky.
These are empty hands held aloft,
Symbols of life that’s run its course,
And though their colours no longer waft
In breezes carrying birdsong from the nests,
Do not dismiss them to their decay,
But think of the impact on the landscape,
Shelters they provided in their heyday.
Will the places you have walked
Remember the weight of your feet?
Will the lives of those around you
Care when your journey is complete?
©Graham Foster February 2023