A dead tree is a lost soul,
It's limp branches,
It's dark, dead leaves,
It's bone dry trunk.
A dead tree sways with the howling wind,
It's roots no longer strong,
The tree is in a lush garden,
Stuck out like a sore thumb.
- Author: Eeva (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 26th, 2016 07:54
- Category: Sad
- Views: 282
Comments2
Hi Eeva,
I like the opening stanza here it gives great imagery of a dead tree to the reader and then your descripts in the second stanza are spot on. I love tree's and blessed to have a forest close by where I walk most days. I felt your emotional sadness all through to see a tree in such a state, and I am with you on this .. Well done a pleasure to read and review another who cares about our beautiful tree's...... .Dee
Thanks EEVA ~ I think that I shall never tree a thing as lovely as a TREE ! My fave is a weeping willow reflected in a a lake. Consequently for me A DEAD TREE is my worst nightmare. A well written poem ~ thanks for caring and sharing ~ Yours BRIAN
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