The Fallen Old Tree
It is So sad to see the death of any tree
The Fallen Old Tree
In a quiet glade, where shadows played,
An old tree stood, its branches swayed.
With leaves like whispers, gentle and free,
It watched over the valley, a guardian, you see.
But one fateful night, the howling wind came,
With a roar that echoed, wild and untame.
It tugged and it pulled, with a fierce, biting breath,
Till the roots gave way, and it danced with death.
Down by the river, it tumbled and rolled,
Through the mist and the darkness, its story was told.
The villagers gathered, their hearts filled with grief,
For the tree was a friend, their solace, their leaf.
They cried out in sorrow, voices intertwined,
Mourning the old tree that nature had blind.
For each branch that shattered, a memory fell,
Of laughter and shelter, of tales they would tell.
Now the river flows on, a current of tears,
Carrying whispers of love through the years.
Though the tree may be fallen, its spirit stays near,
In the hearts of the villagers, forever held dear.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
You should write a book
Trees and plants always symbolize life, and the poet here is influenced by a situation in which he narrates his sad feelings about what happened
I love trees! this was very sad beautifully expressed!
This is beautiful and walking through the woods used to be one of my favorite things to do when I was younger. The tree has fallen and for a little while you have a bench of an old fallen tree.