Having nothing left to give
You plan to leave me
It hurts. Believe me
Take heed! You cannot clone me. As much as this will injure your delicate sense of entitlement, you do not own me. Without exception, the willows weep. They've always known - and daily, others join in their grief. Congested, We bemoan ... environmental contamination, species extinction and your propensity to simply throw things away, without a thought. We pine for you to transform from what has become your norm.
Feature Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay
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