Wednesday, November 17, 2010
like a swaying tree
Like a swaying treestrong and sturdy, it sweeps from left to right
the leaves drops and soon new ones come
Like a swaying tree
standing alone, the eyes of the hawk watches
a dark hole in its trunk
Like a swaying tree
the pecking of young-lings within that hole
swap pop crackle and chirp
Like a swaying tree
soon to die, yet standing tall
it drops yet another broken branch
Like a swaying tree
no one cares, no one listens
its drying, yet there is no water
Like a swaying tree
full of worms, and all sorts of bugs
stay away from that tree, its beyond help-mommy says
Like a swaying tree
leaves fall and branches break.
soon it is but onli a trunk. not a tree. but a thick wood on the ground
taipau
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