Tiffany Julius Poet Free verse

My Tree

I sit under my tree and wonder.
Sit under my tree and cry.
Sit under my tree and wait for my soul to die.
An acorn falls from my tree and I pick it up.
Its a small acorn not fully grown.
Taken before it's time.
So i gave it a name and sat it down by a dime.
I whispered to it "This could take a while."
But you see as I sat under my tree,
I began to think and wonder, was that acorn a victim of suicide?
Ridiculous I know, but it seemed to cry out to me.
It was sad, it had wanted to grow to be a big giant tree.
I laid back under my own tree and cried.
Maybe just maybe I didnt want to die.

I sit under my tree and wonder.
I sit under my tree and smile.
Oh yes, death could take a while.

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Kristina Reid-Hansen April 9, 2011 at 1:48 AM The ending is the best part for me...=0)

Nick Bagnall April 8, 2011 at 4:50 AM I'm just wondering through the unread poems, though this is quite sad, I like the observation and the hope built into hte ending. sometime odd things make us stop and look at a situation differently. An interesting and though provoking piece, enjyed the read.