Lean not on to me
O' dear one
I am weary and old
All day in the sun
Standing, bearing
The heat and rain
Abused and vandalized
Pinned with pain
My branches shade
To one and all
Now too old to stand
I am ready to fall
No leaves, no greenery
Only dead branches stand
Birds just pass by
As I am stuck on this land
An woodcutter showed
No mercy today
Chopped off all branches
And took all my pieces away
Now I am just rooted
Like an ugly dying pole
Wishing for a great storm
To release my tortured soul...
©sim
Respect the nature, respect our trees, if they ain't around, there will be no breeze. Don't just kick on a dying tree to make it fall...look carefully, it may just be alive like our grandparents.