Yet another tree poem...enjoy.
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From a seedling
You shall grow
Out of the ground
And into the light
You will enjoy your first rain
And how soft the sun feels
You will grow taller
With each passing day
Thunder rolls
And lightning flashes
You loose a limb
And your leaves burn
Now wet and cold
You stand alone
Because all your friends
Have fallen
You get chopped down
And made anew
A desk, a door, a chair, a stool
And some paper
Your death comes
In time
Because
Nothing lasts forever
But don't worry
You have kids
In the ground
That are beginning to grow.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
