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by Jade Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1116353
A poem I wrote about the footballer George Best when he died.
Branches sway side to side,
Blossoms bloom bright and wide,
All the trees bow down to the Sun,
All trees bow all but one,
One tree stands tall amongst the crowd,
Like a King and all before him bowed,
A legend a soul can truly be,
A soul grows as much as a tree,
A tree can grow to various height,
This tree reached most to the light,
There are chips and nudges in the bark,
The superior tree is close to downfall; into the dark,
The tree has fallen, nothing left but a trunk,
There is still roots left in the ground, deeply sunk,
It is not there, but it’s soul is still there,
The tree still stands beautiful and mere,
The tree grows bigger as each moment goes by,
The tree has descended more into the sky.
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