Echoes That Were Felt: Series Part 1

 A SERIES HONORING THE POEMS THAT COULD'NT BE POSTED:

        MURDERER OF NATURE: GUILTY AS CHARGED?


ROOTS REMEMBERED

We carved roads through forests deep,
And sowed no seeds, yet longed to reap.
The rivers cried, the skies turned grey,
Still we marched the modern way.

But roots remember—trees don’t forget,
The promises we broke, the silent debt.
So now the wind no longer sings,
It howls with pain at what progress brings.

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