Trees die standing tall – poem

Trees die standing tall,

enduring weather, breathing in

the happiness they shelter

under their selfless leaves.

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They branch their perennial dreams

by resigning their otherworldly ambition

to quietly nurse into freedom

the wild creatures they love.

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Happiness is in giving, they know;

to receive, like an empty vessel,

only leads to greed and suffering,

but trees are rooted in hope.

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That’s why they stand tall.

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I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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