There was a time where the shadows of their tops
Protected chats between friends.
They remained the house of songbirds.
Keeping love promises
Shaped like heart engraved in their trunks,
That caught balls little boys rescued
Climbing to their branches….
But one day, happy times left.
The water level raised and carried away.
Everything, except them.
They want to continue resisting.
But little by little they will die.