The Tree
My earth bound roots supported my thrust into the sky;
There I stood majestic til the forester came by.
His arm with lethal weapon brought me crashing down,
To cut me up and shape me for planks to grace the town
This might of forest beauty now holds their garden beds,
My spirit resting quietly, where human footfalls tread.
Lovers locked together upon my smoother boards,
neath silver moon their love will soon be my one reward.
Bill
June 3rd, 2016 at 10:54 am
Wow this poem is so true