The tree’s lament

And what of my life as a tree

Were you there to gather the dried leaves

when they shook free?

Were you there to place soil

when my roots were bare?

Gnarled ghastly by the sting of the frigid night air

 

Every spring you revelled in my richness of green

remarking such foilage you never had seen

Yet when fierce lightning tore branch from my core

You ran from my shelter

my lover

no more

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