The Family.
It starts with a seed white and pure,
Soiled and brown by soil itself alone,
A sprinkle of nature our life giver water,
Careful now for it might just hit the stone.
Resembling a mere weed at first peek,
Squinting petals as it sees dawns light,
Pushing upwards to heaven at a trains pace,
Yet getting nowhere in this lonely fight.
At last my first goal is achieved,
My arms green as grass are free,
But wait there are others here to see,
A lot bigger but yet the same as me.
Years have past I’m now strong and tall,
My trunk is full and sturdy in stature,
My leafs come and go in all colours,
All that is wrong is my tiny root fracture.
Oh God help us all we hear the rumblings,
See those yellow hats coming closer by me,
A roaring engine and spinning blades,
Years old bark now stripped it has to be.
Alas my beauty and power was not enough,
The family has all been chopped down,
At least the paper we make may be used,
Not even that can turn this horrid frown.
2007-12-16
22:34:40
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