This poem describes my life as a deciduous, foliage growing, bark wearing being. |
My years began here uneventful Early, I struggled through undergrowth Fought to reach light I grew strong and bold like my neighbours I felt seasons with an intrinsic delight. Spring tingled through me I would rush to meet warming sun Reach out my budding boughs And rejoice at visceral changes. Summer brought new life Animals to sing and flutter Squirrels to scamper and jump My leaves full and lushly green. I was in my glory. Then cool nights would come And with that I would pull into myself Letting my leaves change their colours Vibrant orange and red I loved my new look But winds would pick up Leaves would be ripped from my boughs And I could not help feeling a certain sadness. Left bare, I would despair into sleep Pull myself deep as I stood among my brethren Facing Winter's vile chill and damp snow I longed for Spring and dreamed she’d come. This continued for many seasons Like a tide back and forth Through growth and decay Never once had I imagined Anything to break this ebb and flow Until one day I heard a strange rumbling Grumbling and heard tearing and ripping As earth shifted and trembled I saw my neighbours fall And I could hear their screams As they were pulled from their roots Massive machines trudged through Uncaring as they plowed forward Leaving a destructive wake behind them I trembled awaiting my fate. But they moved past Now I stood lonely. We stood far apart wondering why this had happened As we watched strange creatures take to building Large structures in our midst. No longer a forest of my youth Now I heard whispers "This was suburbia". 49 Lines. September 23 Prompt ▼ |