Poem by W.R. Hill
The last plea of a fallen tree
is to be turned into paper
rather than burned into
ash and vapor,
living on as a popular book
and assured of a second look
or even better
a cherished love letter.
Poem by W.R. Hill
The last plea of a fallen tree
is to be turned into paper
rather than burned into
ash and vapor,
living on as a popular book
and assured of a second look
or even better
a cherished love letter.