My Poetic Paradise

#Part 3 - The Ultimate Tribulation

There stood a tree remarkably

with branches spread out

leaves half shed and bark loose.

A flimsy young boy with an axe came

tried to sway his axe with full rage.

Suddenly heard a voice from nowhere

which told him,"Tarry, a little boy!" .

The boy looked up surprised

for the tree was speaking to him.

The tree spoke again a little gravely.

"It ain't my wish to live more

but a wish to ensure yours.

I dont wanna see your fall

but for that you must resist my downfall.

'Cause if I fall, you do eventually.

Live happily with my support

or fall to the dark depths of death without me! "

The boy ignored the tree's call

and went on with his decision

of cutting the tree.

The boy was happy with his act

but he was tired.

He searched for shade

but he found none.

He tried to breath but

the world around him started to blacken.

Slowly the boy fell deep

into the depths of death.

Just like the tree had said !