Cycle of a Tree

Wind blowing through my sages.

Far, far, far my branches reach.

Far, far, far no tree in reach.

The endless grass, how far will reach?

As the season comes,

Trees go.

Leaving behind a stump of tree.

Why must I be born in such a remorseless world?

Day and night.

Night and day.

The cycle will never change.

Years and years, more fall.

My lifeless trunk will come to an end.

Rainfalls until the end.

My leaves fall as is prolong.

I sit in fear as the axe rushes down the trunks.

I panic as the people come close to me.

It happened.

My eyes flashed between the axe and my trunk.

That was just the cycle of a Tree.