Time to Help
Poem of the day
Time to Help Plastic film rustles and waves high in the tree. A bag suffocates her branches. The fierce wind tries to help— Even Zephyr knows it doesn’t belong there. He jumps up placing his two front paws on her trunk to investigate. His bark sends me into action. I reach up on my tippy toes to unravel its grip from each limb. Happy her bough No longer confined— Free to breathe stretch grow.
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