Fluttering leaves
Shed by mighty trees
Ordered to fall and smother
Spindly forms burst from buried wombs
Uncoil and breach the soil
Their sapling leaves reach and whither
Starved from the sun’s milk
Missiles for those
That intrude on our roots
And seek to drink the sparse rays of sun
Red,
Orange,
Yellow
Brown.
The colors of war
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