Why not just play scrabble instead of attempting to write poems?

Apr 01, ‘When Great Trees Fall’ by Maya Angelou speaks about loss as a tragic yet inevitable part of the human experience. When it strikes, it leaves despair and misery in its path. Loss can eat away at the very heart and soul of a human being.

It leaves a gnawing pain that nothing can bushlopping.bars: 6. When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die. Apr 17, When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly, Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity.

Then, when my uncle Jeno died, my aunt Cathy asked me to read a poem.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins. Jun 03, When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken.

Great souls die and our reality, bound toEstimated Reading Time: 6 mins.