Best Deathtree Poems
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.