The Tree

9/8/17

She stands there, letting the wind flow through her hair.

She waits motionless, looking to the world.

She waits motionless, looking to the clouds.

Its starts to rain and she feels at peace.

She soaks up the water and gets drenched.

When the sun comes back out, she starts to dry, though still dripping wet.

Night falls, and the moon casts her tall shadow across the buildings.

Its a clear night and all her tall beauty is shown.

As the sun rises, she peaks up and is ready for a new day as she is one with nature and all its beauty.

Then one day, she is murdered.

All thats left to remember her presence is a stump in the ground.