ME, THE TREE
A tale of yore
Baby was I
Unaware, unattended
And a little too shy
Oh no, something broke
Within me I noted
Up came a tender stem
And down I was rooted
And oh I remember
My first rainfall
How those teeny tiny droplets
Appeared large and tall
And then came winter
I had grown a leaf or two
My days were warmer with the Sun
And nights more colder than my dew
And as I recall
The first spring I had
I grew the most at that time
I was young and glad
Now as the seasons went
And summer showered over me
I craved for the water
Which made my roots most glee
Days turned into months
And months turned into years
And as I grew from young to old
I outlasted my fears
I've seen the storm
I've seen the drought
I've sen the frost
the icy winter brought
I've seen little Mary
Water me everyday
Until she was married
Went away cheerful and gay
I've seen young john
Fall down and made fun of
I've seen him cry down my father
Years later he became king of golf
I've seen men and women
Holding hands a day
The next they sit alone
From each other, far away
Now, I'm an old one
Perhaps this is my life
To see the kids swing on me
To watch their love in strife
My flowers bloom in the sun
My leaves frost in the night
Me is a home to many others
Me now sees the young down fright
Me is now feeling new
My time up here seems to end
for I see my leaves falling
And my branches have started to bend
I go pale yellow now
Just like my father did
Maybe its time
Goodbye should i bid
I feel myself going down
Breathing is a task
Sweet morning melody of cuckoo surrounds me
And I-
(the tree dies before completing his sentence...)
~THE POETESS
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