The trees must love the sky so much,
that everyday it grows to try and reach it but, it can't.
It offers everything it could give but the sky doesn't notice.
It grows old and the tree dies but, the sky remains the same-
without even remembering its lover's name.
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locutions [poetry]
Poetrylo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡