Life is but a tree

Life Is But A Tree

The young spindly sapling bursting through the earth

reaching for the sky, washed by the rain

warmed by the sun way up high.

Branches of emotions bent by the breeze,

pulling and pushing where ever they please.

The wind of change always blows cold,

shifting the dust impossible to hold.

The tree grows tall, big and strong,

holding their buds while the birds sing their song.

Leaves of happiness sprout in spring,

new life unfolds with the promises they bring.

Boughs of uncertainty tipping the dew,

highlighting promises as they push through.

The seasons shift, branches creak,

the rain hides the tears,

while the leaves turn brown as they weep.

Stripped bare of foliage the trees look so grey,

memories of life in the wind blown away,

the tree unloved stands alone,

icy fingers turning to bone.

Branches fall in the autumn mist,

going back to the ground,

where they were first kissed.

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Awful Poet 4 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

Now this Is fantastic work , Bravo`

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Mark Psychedlic 5 years ago from Birmingham UK Author

Thankyou Namaste

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Darknlovely3436 5 years ago from NewYork

some wonderful images, from the poem

great write

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rjsadowski 5 years ago

The more poetry that you write, the better you will get at it. A good start.

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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

Poetry brimming with beautiful pictures.

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