Tree

A nature poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tree

Each day is decay

Leaves shrivel and fall away

My arms are stark and bare

Death is dancing in the air

To pain life slaves

Through the seasons I stand brave

Hear the wind whisper he doesn’t care

The bounty of the earth’s

Harvest on my back tears

 

Author's Note

Noticing the stark trees today. I love them without their leaves. Changes the mood of the landscaping.

Reviews

[solo2be]

Great work.

[Mauricio Montoya]

nice work on trees.

[tynamite]

If this poem didn't have your author's note and picture, I would think that it wasn't about trees, and instead about someone's feelings being personified to a tree. You've wrote a poem with 2 different meanings without realising. I've favourited it.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love nature myeslf and how it changes day to day or season to season! Very beautiful Poem!

[JanieB]

This is really nice.

[Short.Nerd]

Beautiful!

[Tina Kline]

I love trees with or without leaves. Even dead trees have a stark beauty. Wonderful poem!

[Moonflower]

Quite beautiful, this was almost lyrical...like rustling branches in a warm, summers breeze. I enjoyed this, well done.

[Twilight]

Firstly, it was interesting to read the writer's main source of inspiration for this piece (see her Author's Note). Well, I also love nature's natural beauty. This poem seems to recognise that nature can also be strong and durable (as in the case of trees as the writer suggests). I also agree with the writer's observation, that the "mood" of a landscape can be significantly changed - once we have an opportunity to see trees without their leaves. Personally, I regard this as less pleasing on the eye. On the otherhand, who am I to question any aspect of nature's pattern or what brings it about? Thankyou Marie, for sharing another interesting piece of writing with us!

[Adam :P]

wow your best one. good i like it.