Apr 2013
The sky is gray…….I can see clouds with a shade of black.
The atmosphere is quiet and still. The breeze is very cold,
Really really cold. I hugged myself hoping that I will feel a
Little of warmth, thinking why does this day feel so strange?
Why isn't their any one around? I wonder why it feels like am alone. How did I get here? I really don’t remember. I placed my hand on the bench that I am sitting on, and I look around me. To see if I can find the reason why I am here and all I see is this tree. The tree is the color of the sky, its slowly withering away. Its beauty is no longer there. It sits still in the breeze, in the cold breeze. It has been neglected. Its radiance has disappeared, so no one cares for it anymore. They left it there to die; they left it there to be alone. Now I remember, I remember why I am here. I am here because this tree reminds me of me. I lost my beauty, I lost my radiance, and I am also slowly withering away. That’s why I feel so cold, that’s why I feel so alone. I am here, because the tree is an image of me. I am neglected and left alone. No one cares for me anymore……..Oh tree, we are the same. We have lost our beauty, our radiance, and our reason to shine bright. Now we are a dim light, slowly dying out. We have no one but each other…….Oh tree, you use to be beautiful, didn't you? I bet your flowers use to shine bright in the sun. Your branches were once brown, your leaves were bright green………Oh tree, you was magnificent, breathtaking, and divine. Everyone wanted to be around you, to admire your beauty, and by doing that they would of smile. You've made people smile, you've made people happy, but where are they now? Why aren't they here? Why can’t they see your are still beautiful. Why did they leave you alone to whither away, why? Why isn't there anyone here to take care of you, or for you to put a smile on their face? I’m just like you tree, I lost my beauty, and I don’t make people smile no more. Better yet people don’t even care to make me smile. I placed my hand on the tree, it felt so cold, just like me. I lay there next to the tree embracing its pain, its suffery, and its misery. I just lay there next to the tree we were both alone we both stayed still and quiet in that cold breeze. I just lay there as we both whither away …….together.
The atmosphere is quiet and still. The breeze is very cold,
Really really cold. I hugged myself hoping that I will feel a
Little of warmth, thinking why does this day feel so strange?
Why isn't their any one around? I wonder why it feels like am alone. How did I get here? I really don’t remember. I placed my hand on the bench that I am sitting on, and I look around me. To see if I can find the reason why I am here and all I see is this tree. The tree is the color of the sky, its slowly withering away. Its beauty is no longer there. It sits still in the breeze, in the cold breeze. It has been neglected. Its radiance has disappeared, so no one cares for it anymore. They left it there to die; they left it there to be alone. Now I remember, I remember why I am here. I am here because this tree reminds me of me. I lost my beauty, I lost my radiance, and I am also slowly withering away. That’s why I feel so cold, that’s why I feel so alone. I am here, because the tree is an image of me. I am neglected and left alone. No one cares for me anymore……..Oh tree, we are the same. We have lost our beauty, our radiance, and our reason to shine bright. Now we are a dim light, slowly dying out. We have no one but each other…….Oh tree, you use to be beautiful, didn't you? I bet your flowers use to shine bright in the sun. Your branches were once brown, your leaves were bright green………Oh tree, you was magnificent, breathtaking, and divine. Everyone wanted to be around you, to admire your beauty, and by doing that they would of smile. You've made people smile, you've made people happy, but where are they now? Why aren't they here? Why can’t they see your are still beautiful. Why did they leave you alone to whither away, why? Why isn't there anyone here to take care of you, or for you to put a smile on their face? I’m just like you tree, I lost my beauty, and I don’t make people smile no more. Better yet people don’t even care to make me smile. I placed my hand on the tree, it felt so cold, just like me. I lay there next to the tree embracing its pain, its suffery, and its misery. I just lay there next to the tree we were both alone we both stayed still and quiet in that cold breeze. I just lay there as we both whither away …….together.
