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Just the title poem.
Jun 24, Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their. When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with/5.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. Tree removal 77083 great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.
I always stick this poem into sympathy cards when I think it might help someone through a period of grieving.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and.
"When Great Trees Fall": The Poetry of Maya Angelou Angelou reportedly wrote her first poem, when she was fifteen.7 She was still writing commemorative poetry until the year before her death. Maya Angelou published more than four individual volumes of poetry, two collections, and a. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.
The final stanza, though, always breaks and then lifts my heart, as all good poems should.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our/5.