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Tree After Life
Mother nature’s trees shudder in the breeze, Clothed in ashened sky,bearing angry eye. The winds conversation with birds to flock, Branches of two trees interlock. Angry eye is sporting black, The fight for supremacy notoriously back. Rabbits and squirrels retreat with their fear, As an audience of trees lean as they peer. Returning bird to referee, The elderly tree resumes paying his fee. His younger capture boasting minus concern, As he thrashes with heavy twist and turn. Wind is bullying close behind, The elderly tree disadvantaged,he finds. He creaks and groans,bleeding his sap, Gentleman of the forest lye dead in rivers lap. Succeeding opponent standing proud, As a silent applause was never so loud. Wisdom now is all that remains, As the woodcutter starts to sharpen his blades. Tightened by rope in the woodcutters truck, It’s not the end,he’s back in luck! Now he’s sitting front of house, In a swanky restaurant in London Town. All admire as they prop, If only they knew the story from the top. As they sip their drinks with chatter, A distant sound of trees will clatter.
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