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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 senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.



But the next day, I get back up and return to my routine, thinking about my grandmother smiling down at me from above and that someday, something good will come my way and all this effort will be worth it.



Our eyes, briefly, see with/5. Apr 01, ‘ When Great Trees Fall ‘ by Maya Angelou is a moving poem that discusses the impact lost loved ones have on the living. In the first lines, the speaker begins by using an extended metaphor to describe a natural scene.

She speaks about the reaction of animals when “great trees fall”. They hide, hunker down, and “lumber after safety”.Reviews: 6. Jun 03, When Great Trees Fall.





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,Estimated Reading Time: 5 mins.

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.



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We breathe, briefly. 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.





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