Tree Dies
Tree stands alone in his space
A nagging memory of family
That once surrounded him
A time called woods
Tree is feeling his age now
Crippled down one side
By the whip-crack shock
That came with the sustenance
Tree listens to the grass growing
The birds twitter all over him
He feels the seasons change
Frost hurts more each year
Tree is aware the end approaches
He has no way to avoid it
Creeping across the valley towards him
More tired at each one-sided battle
Tree doesn't dream of after
No idea of tables or chairs
Fewer leaves again this year
None at all down the black side
Tree knows the time has come
The sharp teeth cleave him
He lies with the wet grass
Dying in the loam of his birth
poem by Savalot Savage
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