The Death of My Uncle

The Death of My Uncle My Uncle planted a big tree behind his bedroom it grew slowly he gave it water everyday it grew slowly with a delay he loved to touch its leaves he waited in hope he waited the tree grew until he was able to sit under its shadow hail fresh air was provided no heat my Uncle was now old with grey hair he became sick he was no more able to water the tree it became so dry nor was he able to sit under its shadow he was so sick he then fell asleep he then fell asleep for good he died and since he was poor the family could not afford to buy a coffin the village men cut the tree the dry tree of my Uncle was cut it's pieces were used to make a coffin a big one in which my Uncle rested rested for good in that coffin made from his own favourate dry tree Drencho POET Loads