if life were really a tree,
mine would be cold,
dead from the frost
the leaves would have fallen
no hint of gold left on there surface
no love
no care
for this tree stands shorter than the rest
its breaths short
quivering in the silent wind
the trunk shrivels,
its bark turned grey
ashy remains through fire
it has burnt its unending river
of scarlet as its trunk is sliced to pieces
all you do is stand and watch
you watch them tear the tree apart
its beauty being lost each second that ticks by
If life were really a tree
you,
are my Tree Surgeon.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
if life were really a tree,
mine would be cold,
dead from the frost
the leaves would have fallen
no hint of gold left on there surface
no love
no care
for this tree stands shorter than the rest
its breaths short
quivering in the silent wind
the trunk shrivels,
its bark turned grey
ashy remains through fire
it has burnt its unending river
of scarlet as its trunk is sliced to pieces
all you do is stand and watch
you watch them tear the tree apart
its beauty being lost each second that ticks by
If life were really a tree
you,
are my Tree Surgeon.
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