Dying Trees.

Dying trees.

When it's warm out I have life. 
When it's warm out I am happy. 
But Not this year. 
This year i'm sick. 

My body is slowly rotting. 
My leaves fall one by one. 
I start to break down. 

I'm slowly falling to my death.  
Now as I lay here I see my brothers and sisters are doing the same. 
It's getting cold. 
My body has rotted away. 

But I left something. 
An acorn. 
So one day it will be a tree. 
Then it will die like the rest of us. 

Author's Note

I write stuff I see or think of.

Reviews

[NA]

This is an amazing read...the circle of life...enjoyed :)

[A. H. Pinley]

The miracle of something so small that is able to grow into something so strong and sturdy, providing shelter from the blazing sun during the summer months or offer a branch for a child's swing. Not to mention the hours of play that comes with climbing up and over branches testing your fear of just how high you can get before backing down. Birds call it home and so do squirrels. The miracle of something so small that is able to grow into something so strong and sturdy.

[char]

Reminds me of Bambi, the book not the film.

[Sir Joseph]

I can see many possible meanings behind this, don't know if it was intentional or not. Good write though