Tree
Tree
I thought that my roots were strong
That my branches were some type of armor that could protect you
From anything that tried to harm you.
But now I know you were my prisoner
You never loved me for me
But for my leaves you could see
My colors pulled you in
My melody, created from the wind that flowed though my brown hollow body
But still I am nothing
Why?
Because you’re no longer with me
I stay strong I stand tall
Winter spring summer fall
You said you were living for a worthy cause
For me you said
But my only wish was
For you to become one with me
And let us become one with the trees
But I guess it wasn’t meant to be
But now I’m dreaming a new dream
You cut though my roots
My melody was heard for the last time
And I die
With your smile on my mind...
Copyright © Shamya Eskridge | Year Posted 2015
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