Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! Let the trees of the forest sing for joy… — Psalm 96:12, NLT
Would you weep
with me if we imagined
a world with no trees?
No arching branches,
no swaying canopies,
no stately crowns,
no fruit-laden boughs
no music through leaves,
no root-tilled ground,
no gold-russet season,
no shaded retreats—
imagine our world limbless,
bare, denuded, emptied,
without breath.
—C.L. Fisher, November 2020
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