Tree

In night’s moonlight

On a rounded hill  

Where once there stood

A tree so grand

Its branches green

Reaching out to sky

Each year it’s seeds  

Strong wind did spread

So far and wide

Across this land

More trees did grow

A forest stand

Then axe and saw

The hand of man

A tree no more

Once majestic tall

Now just a stump

Alone at night

I think I cried

The day tree died

 

Reviews

[DRIVEN]

Yes I am enjoying your work....on to the next...keep writing!!!!

[Michelle Tarnowski]

I like this poem. Coming from the northwest it is sad to see our beautiful trees disappear. Good job Rob.