Spare the sun the view it has on trees

Barks that you peel as you'd like to get it

why they don't complain (as we do

when skin peels softly into ages of beauty unsure if only young age you'd call beauty)

when their bodies fall to ground, to die, already dead or just moving into another state the micro universe feeds on

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Photo: personal archive

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