Innocence in want

How the wind plays into trees
bending, breaking, and uprooting
How it walks, crunching roofs 
of sweet homes, chasing butterflies
and flops on its butt 
flattening fields of wildflowers.
How its innocence of wonder
lay waste, unaware in want.

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