The Weeping Tree

September 13, 2012
By miagirl14 BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
miagirl14 BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
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In the endless field of peonies it stands,
alone and resolute.
Unchanged by winds or shifting sands,
it groans, a stepping-stone to the aged past.
It seems to sing the mourners’ song,
for it is dead, but only half-gone.
Forever doomed to stand alone,
to never bloom again.
It curses wind and sky and rain,
and hates the rain-drenched spring.
All who wander past its bows hear its tale of woe.
For that is how it got its name;
it is the Weeping Tree.

The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this poem while sitting in the Rose Garden at Meadow Brook Mansion. The Weeping Tree describes the skeleton of a dead tree that has not been cut down, even though everything around it is living and brimming with vitality.

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