The Bending Tree

"Guts and gain trap your more likely to stand on the hill" a tree that's now the oldest of ten has become so weathered and oddly thin but blood continues to flow in every scratched and surface of my skin Once a growing seedling no weeds would dare crawl in and a stone was cast a back all my little saplings would love me under the shade like a small animal pack they knew I would always kneel over them with no form of slack My branch is starting to bend but calm I stay rooted looking up at the dawn at ease with a gentle wind my soil now lumpy and dry no one comes with water to rest my troubled soul or even a word of good-by You see, sometimes you give and sway no matter the need or strain but when this old tree is bending low and money is no longer a flow just a whisper upon my ear gives me the honor for a new branch I may grow. T Reams 9/9/2015 Contest sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux Placed 7th 'Who do you think I am'