A tree moans outside my window

at night and early morning

when silence spreads,

and I can only wonder

why she cries.

Perhaps tears shed in discomfort,

trapped roots beneath

neighborhood houses,

pushed tight against

concrete foundations.

Or grieving wails in search

of long chopped kin,

their absence still lingers

in the aftermath

of human sprawling.

Perhaps an ancient song

to remind the birds

there is still time

for promised rainbows

to shine.

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