At the copse
Was a tree
Whose shade was
A friend
The apples fell
To the ground
The breeze
Kissed my cheek
It was afternoon
Tea was ready
I was reading
About forgetting
How long it is
Indeed how long
Yet the forest
Never forgot
The footfalls
Of the children before me
The floor
Witness to love and strife
It whispered to me
I was there
And I wish
I always will
The trees sighed
Don't let them
Cut our lifeline
We belong here
So do the bees
Ants
Birds
Butterflies
Flowers
I remember
I'll remember
That is a promise.
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