The dying tree

The dying tree....

 

The land was wearing it's green dress..

Yellow flowers were growing by God's bless…

The birds were flying haply and free…

A sign was on a tree…

How would I forget ..the day when my heart first was hit…

Her eyelashes were a golden bow…

Her look was an arrow.. to my heart it could get..

The bees were waiting for the flowers to wake up..

And I remembered the day when we broke up..

It has been five years …

Her name on the tree disappears..

The tree was dying …

It said you were lying…

My heavy smoke could change the air..

The lighter thought of the kitchen and wished to be there..

The tea thought himself a bear…

When he saw me dropping a tear..

The tree said in her last breath…

As you do you beget..

Just give a chance to the new one..

But do not write her name on a tree my son..

I replayed if I could win her heart...

In a natural committee I'll be apart..

And the dying tree will be knowing by everyone..

 

…The end…

 

BY HAMZA  EBRAHIM BARGOG

 

 

Reviews

[Ame Rain]

This is WONDERFUL poem ,,
it's too sad also .. a lot of sorrow in this words ,,
i like how you use your imagination to write this poem ..
You make the emotions in the nature heart ,,
and draw the poem in a beautiful paint ,,
This is Nice ,,
Kepp writing :)