The Tree
By Jaydon L
Published 17 September 2022
My big trunk with cold, thick branches,
Small leaves meeting me as they fall at my feet,
The sunlight shines warmly over me,
Yet darkness surrounds me.
The gloomy, damp ground ever so still,
My neighbours replaced by houses and roads,
My fallen brothers and sisters,
No longer there to greet me.
The streaming light on the dampness of my bark,
The beauty of the sun glistening over me,
Where used to stand thousands of friends,
Now but a few.
When I had neighbours, sisters and brothers,
I danced when the wind pushed against me,
Those were merrier times,
Captured in my memory.