My Trees

Another poem from my WIP 'Fight For Me'

I used to love trees. 

The graceful arching branches always seemed to be a sanctuary. 

Something that meant safety. 

The leaves would catch whatever words 

I whispered up at them, 

leaving me with a peace unknown.

Trees used to mean something special. 

Time meant just for us. 

We were together and nothing else had to matter. 

I showed you my soul beneath those branches. 

I gave you what I thought was my heart.

In the end, you left it, 

and me, 

to wither among roots that could have and should have stood the test of time.

I used to love trees. 

But now I see how fragile they really are. 

Even the oldest can be felled by a strong storm. 

Even the most stately can be deemed unworthy.

Trees used to be my escape. 

They shouldn’t have turned into a monument of times and love lost. 

Of discarded pieces. 

Once I laughed beneath them with you, 

but no longer.

Now, I see them and wish they could burn into the ash of the past. 

I wish you could too.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

I love wood's. Trees murmurs to those who love them. It gives oxygen, home to millions of species. Excellent nature poem.

[HopeJG]

Thank you for the review!