Emoji Movie, But Poetry

Growls fill the air

Booming, a sign of doom

My blood runs cold

The ghost of simpler times haunts my bones

Waving me off, my final goodbye

Where is it coming from?


A family of trees all shapes and sizes

Protect me from the stars that wish me dead

Shields of armored leaves

Trunks so vast they’d make a giraffe bow before them

Their protection comes at a cost

Something I cannot repay


I have run too far

Too long

I fall to my knees and surrender myself to the earth

Skin falls in sheets

My insides turn to dust

I am returned to the earth


The trees debt is paid

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