The Dying Tree

The Dying Tree

 

Once standing tall

With its leaves full,

Its hope was all

As a breeze lulled.

 

Strong and true,

Its colors vibrant.

Reaching a sky blue

As it danced.

 

Then, one dreary day

Its branches became too heavy

And felt subject to decay.

The dying tree.

 

Its leaves fell away,

Leaving it bare and cold,

Feeling an aching pain

Of having nothing to hold.

 

Feeling pained and forlorn,

Yes, the many shades of loneliness,

Its wealth torn

Beneath life’s test.

 

All it can do is wait--

Wait until its leaves find their branches of strength.

“I hope they make haste.”

Cries the dying tree.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

The bare tree definitely sends out a message. Hibernate now, see you next year.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading.

[Valentine]

Trees seem so naked covered in snow, they look so much better in the summer and autumn. Valentine

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes they do.

[wordman]

and in the spring it will return strong and in full bloom

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes it will.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Melinda.
"All it can do is wait--
Wait until its leaves find its branches of strength.
“I hope they make haste.”
Says the dying tree."
Life is birth and death. Hard days make the good days worthwhile. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Melinda.