Evergreen me

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In the land of foliage and wonderful greens,
Lived a little boy, with many luminous dreams
He sat above my roots, and underneath my twigs,
Playing with my dry and over-aged sticks

He visited me throughout all summer,
Until sunlight drew shadows on the grass;
Swaying in this warm, afternoon breeze,
I couldn’t help but dread for summer to pass.

This boy still came to see me as the days grew so short
I flaunted my gear of dye wishing for a tad of support.
The sun hid behind clouds as the birds headed south
Families cuddled safely, while I stood lonely, out

I waited and waited, glancing around the land at my display
Sceneries seemed to change within hours and not days
The sun forgot to show itself from behind a wrap of autumn cold
My colors began to shed; my leaves were falling to the floor.

Shivers spread down my bough and snow overpowered my hue
The little boy didn’t show up yet one more time and it was time I knew,
Of what I have become as this season took its course
Fragile and left astray, I was just another average winter corpse.





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Christian T. said...
Sept. 2, 2009 at 7:56 pm
I felt everything in this poem. The details made me feel like the tree. Awesome Descriptions!
 
allie replied...
Nov. 6, 2009 at 6:31 pm
thanks for the comment:)
 
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