I cried today
 

a fig tree poisoned near the bay

gives a better view to one

whose narrow outlook

considers only blue horizons

is a thing of beauty

it dies in vain

though seasons decades - salt and rain

and lack of care could not deter

or stop its umbra green

and gnarled old trunk that told

young children tales

they shed no tears

forgetting all those hardship years

but basking in the family's glee

at watching boats

almost all which consist

of metal and glass

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