Fallen Tree

Fallen tree you sit there so plentiful and neat.

Full of singing birds and bugs.

You are not my fallen tree.

 

During the time before the fallen tree

it stood there tall and neat.

Not quite my fallen tree.

 

Then a storm came upon my tall tree.

The storm suddenly found my tall tree.

So close to being my fallen tree.

 

My tall tree shook with fear.

With a sickening snap my tall tree fell.

It was now my fallen tree.

Author's Note

Think about this poem. It's kind of like life isn't it?

Reviews

[Aella.lives]

I love how the tree 'wasn't your fallen tree' and then progressed to 'it is now my fallen tree' and I will agree with you, I can see how it represents life to an extent. Very good, and you especially have talent for your age. I can see you going far. Good write.

[Laura Maidah]

It's very simple. I wish life were this simple. It's very neat. To the point. I like your style. Thanks for the read.

[Boy of the red]

Really great

[K.J. Bryen]

Very nice! Love the philosophy behind it, and beautifully executed.

[D.]

it is like life, yes. good job.

[Elaenor Aisling]

Very much like life. We build up our dreams into "tall trees' and then every once in a while the storms come and dreams are reduced to fallen trees. But even fallen they are still homes for life, as a fallen tree is for forest creatures. Good write.

[Ink Angel]

I like this poem great imagery :)

[MOON]

Good writing. JD Salinger is a scream.

[Patrick B]

It made me think... But I liked it all the same. It's something you have to interpret, and that's never a bad thing. Pleasure to read it. :)

[Rik B]

almost as if someone became sick in your life, great write, you have a talent for your age