He called again
Brought out the rain
There’s moss and grain
The soil will sustain

The sign reads: PAVEMENT ENDS
We’ve lost some dividends
We can’t change where light descends
He called on angel – not a friend

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Big Oak tree I think (photo by @poeeternal)

One guess what happened again. One.

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