The tree

This is one of my earlier poems, please enjoy!

Far up in the trees,

To far for our eyes to see.

The leaves wait.
Throughout summer and spring,

seeing things that shouldn't be seen.

And as winter and fall near,

A simple breeze blows them off the trees,

Where they fall and rot.

And their last thought,

Why did she hang there?
So elegantly, high up in the tree.
With a small rope,

wrapped around her porcelain skin,

That stopped her soft breaths.

For us leaves, So high in the trees.

We are not supposed to be seen.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[ZJC]

Gotta say, this poem was well done. Taking leaves and making them seem alive is something I would not be able to do. Well done.

[Mar-Mar]

Thank you!