the tree

The withered fruit tree

hanging by its roots..

holding on for life,

the juice and luster

sucked dry.

Once vivid and lively

it holds no fruit..

just a couple dried leaves

and the roots that try so hard to hold it.

It sits there with no one to water it,

give it new soil.

And eventually dies.

The tree decomposes in the ground

and its like it was never even there.

No one to miss it,

not even the people who ate from its branches.

Just the dirt that holds its soul.