Trees are never felled . . . in summer . . . Not when the fruit . . .
is yet to be borne . . . Never before the promise . . . is fulfilled . . .
Not when their cooling shade . . . has yet to comfort . . .
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Was just recently introduced to poetry and yje artist Nikki, I have truly enjoyed.
A subtle analogy between the death of a hero and the tree being felled, its promise unfulfilled. Robert Kennedy still had so much to offer the American people.