Photo of a dead tree surrounded by two yellow excavators.
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Say the birds have reclaimed the homeless encampment grounds with high fences all around

No one sits on the benches beside the old dying tree that bears no leaves.

Does anyone care to see the next encampment grounds?

My Lord knows whenever a leaf falls to the ground,

We say those poor people have fallen to the ground,

And in his holy name who will help them up from the homeless encampment grounds?

To a home somewhere around, full trees with plenty of leaves, with life’s peace all around.

To wonder about the sounds and the power of one’s thoughts,

I know there will come a day when there will be no homeless encampment grounds with fences all around,

No dying trees,

To be the reason the homeless can’t be,

A part of the community with the power to give and receive life’s blessings,

And remember when the old dying tree was full of leaves

And lives and birds of prey for some,

A home for who does my Lord leave homeless?

For all shall come home someday.