The tree

24 Jul

dying tree

The towering tree was sick
It’s branches brittle and leaves turned yellow
It’s spirit like a trembling wick
It’s roots so weak in the soil turned shallow.

The gnawing termites kept on and on
The dark thick trunk was a gaping hollow
The grass around and the homing birds
Sat with drooping heads and mood so mellow

Half asleep and half awake
The tree swayed laboriously and so slow
The sap still seeped through memories
In the hushed hours of twilight glow.


Posted by on July 24, 2014 in Poetry


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6 responses to “The tree

  1. Sue Dreamwalker

    October 3, 2014 at 8:26

    This is wonderful.. Tree’s I have an affinity with.. 🙂

  2. Victoria C. Slotto

    July 26, 2014 at 8:26

    Nadira, this is a powerful allegory. to me it spoke of spiritual entropy that eventually takes the life force of our soul. Our “trees” need to be in good, nourishing environments, as do we.

  3. Roi De Pense`es

    July 24, 2014 at 8:26

    this is really good..

  4. P C JAIN

    July 24, 2014 at 8:26

    A very well portrayed “twilight glow” pictorially and poetically. tks for sharing.


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