Kadour Milnyali The Trees that Live in the City I see trees humble and waiting to die. They have no life. Everywhere I look, A canopy - buildings with glass windows Blinding me. The trees are crying out. I cannot speak to them, speak their language. Sad, miserable, trapped in the city, Between building and building. No one notices. Unless you love nature You will not see the sadness of the trees. Trees should be next to the river, behind the mountain. They would be happier. I hope one day they won’t plant trees in the city. If I had the power I’d change it.
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