I am a magnificent Baobab tree who stands tall with thick wood!
The sun kisses my leaves that display a brilliant array of shades which were never even thought to come to be.
An ecstatic feeling radiates throughout my roots.
I am vigorous.
I can fend off anything that may threaten my ability to love zealously.
I am unstoppable.
My wood will never rot.
Then, winter came.
I am a tiny, fragile tree with no foundation.
A storm is throwing me in all directions with it's bullying winds.
Nothing can heal my broken branches.
All my leaves have fallen off.
I am naked.
No one is there to shelter me.
I am dying.
Nothing can save me.
The elderly women who feed the birds quietly watch as I deteriorate over time and laugh.
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Author:
tinathealien (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2017 18:32
- Category: Sad
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WELCOME TINA ~ Thanks for your first poem which is well written and well spaced ~ a good poem has shape ! There is a paradox in your poem ! We know of the Baobab Tree as Africa's Tree of Life which stores water in its trunck and whose fruit is both delicious & nutritious ! BUT ~ Yours dies which is sad indeed. I love this poem there is a lot of imagery ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN ~ UK
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