The old withered tree

“Sshh” I am listening to the whispers thru the wuthering leaves
“Can you not hear it ?”
Such a sorrowful sighing I fear she grieves
Does she mourn for the lamentable loss of her lustre
As she strengthens her branches with all she can muster
0h I see no suckered sprigs on your bended bough
“Has that wretched wind wrecked you somehow ?”
I can hear the tormented troubles of this tree as her suffering sighs speak to me
“I am so sorry my lanky limbed old withered tree”
as I listen to this wailing especially for me
You have stood strong and steady for a century or more
Amidst the girth of your greatness on my earthy floor
“Please don’t give up the ghost my friend this weary wake will surely end”
Yet she cries her dripdrop tears of sticky sap from the wild weathered chilly cold snap...
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love empathy! nice write!.................................................................lad
Awww Thanking you kindly my brilliant Jim the lad ❤️💕🌹💕❤️
wow what
great poem
so wonderful
a masterpice!!!!!!!
WOW!!!!!!!
Awww so pleased you enjoyed my great fond friend Greg 🌹❤️💕❤️🌹
So much emotion evoked in each line. Beautifully penned my poetic friend 💗📌⭐️
Awww Thank you my sweetness 🌹🌹🌹
Aw Jill...actually brought a tear to my eye...trees live and breathe as we do...beautiful write xxx
Awwww Thanks me precious lovely lass 🌹💕🌹
Awwww Thanks Hunnybuns 💕🤣❤️🌹