The Old Tree

Trees no matter the type are meant to stand true and tall

Planted to provide us Love.

Planted to provide us Warmth.

Planted to support us when we fall.

 

Why is it then that they don’t last forever

Tress can Fall.

Trees can Crack.

Trees can Die.

 

What are we to do when the old tree dies

Are we supposed to support the seeds?

Are we supposed to say goodbye to the old Tree forever?

Are we supposed to forget about the old Tree?

 

No the old tree will live on in Earth’s memory

The old tree will always be there to protect the seeds

The old tree will always love the seeds

The seeds will always love the old tree

 

No matter the amount of destruction

Nature will always persevere

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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