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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">whenever the lustre of my amber glistens, <br>i could feel the price it had exacted on the trees, <br>blood red tears meandering rough and uneven tracks<br>to land where they were kept like a child for a million years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they emerge to fascinate us with coruscating tales<br>of the romances with time, lost on the memory of men, <br>the dinosaurs, the first forests, the insects - <br>which now sparkle with such subtlety - they draw us <br>to the heart of their very existence, the million <br>years in the now, solidified, and now dangling right <br>at the door to the heart, our bossom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the trees, the trees, so many of them<br>standing tall and proud, as if broadcasting to us<br>if they had not been around, creation <br>would have been at a standstill </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the trees, the trees, they fuel the world <br>a panacea to foibles rolled into one tall order, -<br>so that our cars run, our kitchen cooks, our umbrella works, <br>the news reach us handsomely wrapped, the chopsticks<br>to pick our food, the clogs to walk and rattle autumn, <br>the medicine to heal our rebellious body, fruits for <br>the seasons, the table for us to write on and a cosy <br>space for the dead to dream on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when they stand in a fusion at the break of dawn<br>it feels one has stumbled upon a meditative realm <br>of the highest kind - the orchestra blasting away<br>in them permeates every hidden place - they only help <br>to enhance that robustness and promises of the day<br>the sun channels its recuperative light - leaves that dance, <br>filter the music and the essence of the day </div><div style="margin:10px 0">trees, trees.... abodes of birds, animals, they tell<br>on the weather, sing the storm before it approaches<br>and whistles to us fine spring tunes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trees trees standing so tall, majestic affording<br>a luxuriance to cool ourselves as we brood over<br>our destiny - trees our only saviours as the earth <br>climbs the mercury ever ready to send us <br>into obivion in a spinning fiery hot cauldron </div><div style="margin:10px 0">second version: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>whenever the lustre of my amber<br>glistens, i could feel the price<br>it has exacted on the trees, brown red <br>meandering down the barks and onto <br>the soil and for a million years, <br>preserved in the goodness of the earth<br>to give us the infinite light on the pendant </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the trees, the trees, so many of them<br>all standing tall and proud as if to broadcast <br>to us that if they had not been around, creation <br>would have been at a standstill </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the trees, the trees, they fuel the world <br>a panacea to foibles rolled into one tall order, -<br>so that our cars run, our kitchen cooks, our umbrella works, <br>the news reach us handsomely wrapped, the chopsticks<br>to pick our food, the clogs to walk and rattle autumn, <br>the medicine to heal our rebellious body, fruits for <br>the seasons, the table for us to write on and a cosy <br>space for the dead to dream on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when they stand in a fusion at the break of dawn<br>it feels one has stumbled upon a meditative realm <br>of the highest kind - the orchestra blasting away<br>in them permeates every hidden place - they only help <br>to enhance that robustness and promises of the day<br>the sun channels its recuperative light between the leaves<br>in a playful quest - like pianists dribbling ivory keys -<br>to give to us the best of the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trees, trees.... abodes of birds, animals, they tell<br>on the weather, sing the storm before it approaches<br>and whistles to us fine spring tunes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trees trees standing so tall and majestic, shaking and <br>jolting many of us to the solid truth that if not for their <br>presence, the earth that has been climbing the mercury bars, <br>would have sent us into oblivion in a spinning fiery hot cauldron</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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blood red tears meandering rough and uneven tracks
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