National Park

Tell me of a reason where trees would voluntarily extend their arms towards the sky,
Tell me of a reason where men needed to devour ancient canopies for a piece of land,
Tell me of a reason where bricks needed to reach an air that nurtures birds and deer,
Tell me of a reason where symbols needed to be carved selfishly for a poetic memory,
Tell me for I have lost count on the amount of modern cities built on ancient ashes.

Friday, 12thof June 2015
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