A Dying Tree

A dying tree makes me weep.
How beautiful it once was,
how it will never be again.
It’s branches no longer bend.
It longs for sleep
as Spring brings ever-closer
its impending end.

Comments

Immyself97

Nice poem!

Could you please check out my poetry and tell me what you think?

reflection1I1

The beautiful thing about a dying tree is that it never truly does die...it just lives on through the others that will grow from it. Ah...the cycle of life. Though i cant help but think of your poem as a metaphor. Nice work...just a few lines but very thought provoking

Em Anekaf

Thank you so much!

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