Slow death of a favourite tree aroused these feelings in me...


Death of a Tree

There was a tree outside my window with dense foliage and sweet berries
With birds chirping and butterflies hovering and squirrels making several trips

Cuckoos breaking into their sweet long tunes larks singing their soulful songs Robins and sparrows ,magpies and orioles chirping there all day long.

It made my window a bright spot in my life, a pleasure to watch, a sight to behold.

One day I saw a row of ants, white and fleshy,busy eating the bark.

Little did I realize the messengers of death, eatng the bark but corroding the soul.

Soon the berries withered ,the flowers long gone,leaves yellowed leaving the branches forlorn.

The birds and the bees had long abandoned, their long hosting friend and sought shelter.

Soon came a storm with lightening and thunder. It didn't take long for the tree to surrender.

The morning saw the tree lying on the ground with branches spewn all around.
Soon came the men with axes and saws to cut the tree with chisel and jaws.

Thus fell the tree leaving my window barren.A little bit of my soul went with its last sojourn.




Poetry by ANUPAM
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 15:43

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melanie sue
Nice. I like your vivid imagery.Like Kathy said, it brought me there with you. Good work. I enjoyed reading this. Thank you!
2011-06-26


Kathy Lockhart
You placed me there beside you in that widow watching, feeling, hurting, longing for that self sacrificing tree. This is so well written.
2006-11-09