The Tree's Legacy
The tree is dying,
Its color slowly fading,
Desperate, he keeps writing,
Vaguely Degrading.
The tree knows his time has come,
He knows his death is soon,
So he dwells in what he's become,
Wallowing so dark and gloom.
Though he feels he will leave no legacy,
He'll leave behind plenty of beautiful seeds.
Copyright © Christian Medina | Year Posted 2020
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