Leaves fall at mercy of the heat
Roots thinning with great sorrow
The bond they'd hold so dear
Destined to fall.
Branches and twigs
Once harboring the behinds of children
Withering with age
Falling with grace
Life starts to rot, bark aging
With a final sway of the wind
Stems crack, trees tip
Broken love, rotten love, ceases
With a final thud of echoing sound
The old blossom dies
The wood grows tired and withers
Until nothing is left but ash
CITEȘTI
My Wish
PoezieA sacred spot with the hearts of two lost souls so strongly connected with the very wood of he withering tree. But with the death of that very special tree, will their love die as well, their special connection, that bond that was stored deep withi...
