The Old Decaying Tree

At the back of the field

A montser stands

It frightens children

But not with harsh hands

 

This old willow

used to be tall

it used to be beautiful

like the village hall

 

But now it stands

a rotting old thing

but- wait a moment

I heard a ting

 

I have let my imagination run

To see this graceful tree

Now it's the home of faeries

Imagination's the key

 

It may look sad

with its giant roots

I stumble in a realm

I'm gonna be rich with loot!
 

Although I admit

that this tree is beautiful

Somepeople think not,

It's far from delightful

 

What they don't see

Is the grace it holds

with each sractch and mark

a story unfolds

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

I loved it, the imagery is just brilliant.
A very well penned piece of writing!