alone
it stands
naked
dried
cracked
brittle
dying
waiting
to become one
with the earth
again
the cycle of life
completing
a tear falls
as
I say
"goodbye"
realizing
this
tree
a
withered tree
is
me
YOU ARE READING
In silence I will stand
PoetryI have said it all before ... so now, in silence , I will stand.
