ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: Budding Dreams, by Albert Alford

Goodness knows, a seedling always tried to lay deeper in the mountains,
Their DNA forged so they would thrive to show gratitude,
I paused,
The blond-colored earlywood formed in August.
Twice the number of my own family
Weathered
Changing cycles
A fraction
Plenty for the
Neighboring to see
A cold summer persisted
Suffocating competition with wind disruptions
Far eclipsing
What my family had lived through
They were my ancestors to my ancestors.

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