The Tree Outside My House
The tree outside my house is not old.
But it is frail.
It did not grow strong as most trees do, with one massive trunk that heralds to the world its strength. It grew with five weak trunks, all growing in seperate directions, sseking their own place in the world.
The tree outside my house succumbs to its frailty year by year. It lost its center this year as a cruel wind twisted it about and wrested its head its from its body.
Tonight, an enemy of the tree envelops its very being in a cruel beauty, trying to bend each limb back to the earth from which it came.
The tree outside my house does not like the ice. When will morning come?
But it is frail.
It did not grow strong as most trees do, with one massive trunk that heralds to the world its strength. It grew with five weak trunks, all growing in seperate directions, sseking their own place in the world.
The tree outside my house succumbs to its frailty year by year. It lost its center this year as a cruel wind twisted it about and wrested its head its from its body.
Tonight, an enemy of the tree envelops its very being in a cruel beauty, trying to bend each limb back to the earth from which it came.
The tree outside my house does not like the ice. When will morning come?
posted by Saint Patience at 2:36 AM
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