As In Life... # 7 (The Tree)
As summer sighs into autumn
Green leaves meander to beige
Finally a flourish or crimson
As the parks are all set ablaze
The wind clears the fall from the benches
An old couple sit holding hands
Survivors of lifes battle trenches
Recounting yesterdays plans
He saw in her eyes she was weary
She asked, “You won’t ever leave me alone”?
“You’re not even close, not nearly”
And they shuffled the long path home
As autumn decayed into winter
Sucking the colour from life
No autopsy or a disinter
Just alone in the park with no wife
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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- Category: Reflection
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A sensitive write Andrew.
Good Evening ANDREW - Angela here. I love all trees and in my experience - they are harbingers of time. Summer to Autumn and then Autumn to Winter. When all the leaves have fallen. Brian & I are getting married in the Spring (April !). But we know that (in 50 years time ?) our Winter will come - and *One of US * will sadly be left alone ! Esta la Vida !
Love - Peace - Joy to You & Yours
Blessings in the Spirit ANGELA ššš
So meaningful to me at this moment in time Andrew. Wonderful write.
Andy
This is just incredible.
Iām Awe-struck and overcome with emotion.
Wonderfully written.
Thank you.
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