I watch the trees.
Oh, the lovely trees.
I watch how they move in the wind.
How they swing back and forth.
I watch how the leaves start to turn yellow because of the drought.
And I wonder if there will be an end to this.
The trees have begun to die because there is no more water.
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Categories: flash fiction