A Clouds Sad Cycle

I was sad and a tear fell from me.

It dropped and fed a seed.

My water helped create a healthy sapling.

The mighty pine made a home and  kept away the breeze.

The coniferous became old and rotted from within.

When it fell, I cried again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words. You made the reader see the sapling grow and fall. Very good use of description. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote