Elms marching, fighting, meditating…
in a green and white sea of daisies
Forced witness to the arrival of
four lion-carriagged new-born stars
along royal ebony carpet-ways
A melancholy soundtrack mirrors them
En route to bejewled turquoise horizens
to squatt on mossy stone thrones
As trees jump to their death over chalk cliffs
their corpses used as fantacy photo props
like Northeastern waves and winds eb and blow
so a broken heart is healed as it lets go
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