Trees Do CryA Poem by whiteravhen
Trees do cry,
their leaves are falling for the day you die, your name I'm calling. Chainsaw and ax cut them made to logs and furniture with tax for better use or abuse? Leaves falling just swept and some are burned. But once they drop, they can never dance in the air... just like the wound they clog, but leave us with scars. Roots have rotten down and chopped them for good, eaten by maggots slowly tortured by parasites 'till it break down and totally die. Trees do cry... ...their leaves are falling.
© 2014 whiteravhen |
Stats
90 Views
Added on October 20, 2014 Last Updated on October 20, 2014 Author
|