The tree and me

The Tree And Me


Red blood leaves encircle me
All of them float down form this decaying tree,
Looking up I see its horrid pain
It's like as though its gone miserably insane
with each leaf a tear, it cries in vain.

It's old dark moldy bark
is absolutely covered in scorch marks
branches are weak and shriveled
but its appearance is trivial.

Inside it grows moldy and dry
roots that support life are about to die
the land is barren all around
and the hopeful sun is no where to be found.

It's sad to see the reflection of my soul
all broken and not whole
but at least I wont perish alone
it's good to know that someone else moans.