Tears From a Tree
I
am
but
a tree
standing
quite tall.
With out any
leaves, to shed
in the fall. Standing
firm, until winter comes.
Then I hear someone say
"Yes, I think that's the one!"
Out comes the saw, and they begin
to cut me down. For the sake of a season,
I'm removed from the ground. Placed in a home
and all frilled up. Filling my branches with shinny things,
also a star on top. A couple of weeks later I begin to feel the pain.
No longer getting nourishment from my roots, and my life begins to fade.
I am a simple
tree, that is
used a couple
weeks of the
year.The sticky
sap you see, is
my abundance
of tears. When
I hear the saw
I am filled with
great fear.
Hoping you will
plant another
tree like me, as
you take my life.
For it is truly
the only thing,
that I feel
is right.
Danny Boy: 10-18-13 :*(
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013
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