The BushA Poem by ShroudHow do we survive in this cruel, unfair world? Is it by chance, do we have some natural ability, or are we watched over by a higher power? We will all die but few have answers to what happens after
In autumn, the life drains from nature
Everything begins to wilt and die And some people will plant a bush And that bush can withstand the cold breeze Eventually the leaves will fall from all the trees And the wind will blow them around Until one day when the gust gets stronger And blows the leaves toward the bush The bush is still small and young So the leave cover it and strangle it The bush slowly begins to die And you could have moved the leaves away The bush is now dead and you can’t fix it You can get another bush, but the old one is still dead And you could have saved that little bush But you were lazy, and didn’t care And now the bush is gone © 2018 ShroudAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 6, 2018 Last Updated on March 6, 2018 Tags: death, nature, human error AuthorShroudWake Forest, NCAboutI’m a quiet (but somehow sarcastic) teen who’s somewhat open-minded more..Writing
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