I am a tree

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    I am a tree

    I am a tree, that’s all full of sap,
    I took it all in even growing though the crap.
    I felt the winds and treacherous rain,
    And my trunk held up so I still remained.
    So many leaves have come and gone
    But the ones on my branches are still holding strong.
    I was a tree that once had flourished
    Now I am a tree that is limp and looking malnourished.
    I grew branches, spread out and felt the glory
    What a sad end for such a long summer story.
    Dumb thoughts are dismissed and weak animals are eaten
    Lost souls remain and nice women are beaten.
    There is no end and there is no beginning,
    There is no loser and no such thing as winning.
    You can work hard, buy a house and find the perfect wife
    But, does that mean you’ve found yourself the perfect life?
    I am a tree and I love it when the wind blows
    I’ve lost many leaves but still love when it snows.
    The snow is cold, peaceful and I feel numb
    For I am a tree and I am just dumb.
    Here stands a sad tree saying things that are spoken
    I still stand even though my trunk has been broken.

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    kdarcy commented on I am a tree

    04-21-2009

    very interesting piece, like it

    Alexgrey commented on I am a tree

    03-25-2009

    I bet trees wood like to just branch out and take leaves. Like people. XD I love it.

    lightcourier commented on I am a tree

    03-21-2009

    Joanlorraine I really liked this poem. I'm a big lover of analogies (and a gardener). Good movement and rhyme. Speaks of experience without being self absorbed or maudlin. Thank you.

    maryann72961 commented on I am a tree

    03-04-2009

    life compares to a tree doesn't it.. I like it.

    sacret commented on I am a tree

    03-03-2009

    plant another seed and feast of the fruit that it bare. very nice, continued blessings

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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