The Dead Tree

 I own a tree that will never die

The only part of winter I love is the trees

I planted it in my moms backyard
 

I love the eerie chill I get when I think of a place where leaves
 never grow

Sort of tree...It's a very large brach
 

 I love the way the branches reach out as if to grab me

At Least 12 feet

 

          I love the way I can see faces in the bark
 

I dug a deep hole in the earth

                               I love the way the faces scare me

I firmly yet gently placed the tree into the hole

                                     I love the strength trees stands for

I filled the hole with love and cement
 

I love their veracity

I placed pieces of art on its branches

                             

    I love that they never give up

With little to no care it will never die
 

I love that they can withstand the harsh elements and still flourish in spring

Forever

Reviews

[Julia]

By the way....My mom cut down my dead tree.

[Julia]

Hello Julia! I'm YOU! I can't get into this account! lol I love my poems and I may post them again on my new page! :) Thanks, me!