A large blossom tree stood tall.The flowers fully blossomed;a pink as fair as an ill child’s skin.
Through day it stood proud , boasting it’s emerald green leaves .
Through night when winds hit a new battle commenced.Ice cold blows of destructive wind sliced through the branches.
Off flew a petal. Lonely ; scared it spiralled to the floor.
Lost with no direction, no path the petal lay for days upon days.
Decay and erosion ate away at the corners. A once cloud infested white: now a murky mud infested pink.The colour of lost dreams lost hopes. Such a beautiful white decayed by the beating of nature.
But above the tree still stood high. Passers by distracted in a daze. To preoccupied with human inapplicable issues. Stuck in a no way out maze .
So the leaves continue to fall , die , until the whole tree is cut down .
No one noticed...
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Author:
lottierose (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Let me know how you interpret this Iām interested :)
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I interpreted this as people being preoccupied with their own worlds & not really noticing the world around them
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this is very moving and beautifully done. š
Tysm
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