Fallen Tree

Fallen tree you sit there so plentiful and neat.

Full of singing birds and bugs.

You are not my fallen tree.

 

During the time before the fallen tree

it stood there tall and neat.

Not quite my fallen tree.

 

Then a storm came upon my tall tree.

The storm suddenly found my tall tree.

So close to being my fallen tree.

 

My tall tree shook with fear.

With a sickening snap my tall tree fell.

It was now my fallen tree.

Author's Note

Think about this poem. It's kind of like life isn't it?

Reviews

[Aella.lives]

I love how the tree 'wasn't your fallen tree' and then progressed to 'it is now my fallen tree' and I will agree with you, I can see how it represents life to an extent. Very good, and you especially have talent for your age. I can see you going far. Good write.

[s.r.knight]

Your writing seems more mature than your age, well done!

[hmm]

Such deepness and so full of powerful emotions
I really like the depth in this write,
awesome!

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Sounds like oneness with all life, in this lovely poem. A good read.

[Leslie Philibert]

I think this is a fine poem from someone so young, what I really like is that you have used a story in your poem, so that it has a kind of fairy tale element.Good work.

[Lina Grey]

I like the repitition and I think I understand your metaphor, though it's a little farfetched. It's a great poem, with great imagery, and I like the sense of time in relation to event. Thank you.

[Bailey B.]

I agree about the repetition and rhythm. It's a nice poem and I like it!

[Tunder]

I'm not quite sure the meaning of this poem. My interpretation is that human beings as a whole count the negative towards their lives, and ignore the positive. I love the repitition in this poem, and the rhythm was impeccable. Good work!