Tree Of Death

The Tree of Death

It was a really lovely tree
Roots deep spread underground
Its beauty made the people smile
They came to see it from miles around

Then one day a mad man came
Hung himself on a branch
Now passers by say its cursed
They never give it a second glance

Man planted and destroyed it
what should fruit barren it be
dead from the moment evil touch it
its called the old death tree

Some say that it should be cut down
Its logs then used to fuel a fire
Once it grew tall nicely
Now no one wants it growing higher

Last year it was hit by lightening
Now there’s not a leaf in sight
The man really put a curse on it
When he took his life that night

if you ever pass by traveler
spare a thought for the death tree
its reason for life not understood
by the likes of you and me

Some say at night when it’s windy
He can be heard choking for breath
That tree once lovely stands there lonely
It’s called the tree of death

By MS CAUSEY 2007

Copy Rights to MS Causey 2007
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