Classic poem of the day
Who knows the thoughts of a child,
The angel unreconciled
To the new strange world that lies
Outstretched to its wondering eyes?
Who knows if a piteous fear,
Too deep for a sob or a tear,
Is beneath that breathless gaze
Of sudden and swift amaze,—
Some fear from the dim unknown,
Some shadow like black mist blown
Across the heavenly ray
Of this new-come dawning day?
But the smile which as sudden and swift
Breaks ......
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The following poem inspired by
a book titled The Hidden Life of Trees:
What They Feel, How They Communicate
by Peter Wohlleben.
Dark clouds furrowed
what eerily resembled
strong resemblance to Neanderthal brow
(forebears of humans
who possessed an uncanny
knick knack paddy whack
give the DogWood a bone)
one prominent knotted
dark, circular, or patchy imperfection
formed where ...
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