Four legs of wood, strong and stable
Joined together to form a table
Steadfast and silent, holding firm
Whispers of trees within still squirm
Once alive, a forest treasure
Now reshaped for human pleasure
Supporting life, a noble task
Yet in its stillness, memories bask
Once the home of buzzing bees
Holds our books and cooling teas
Bound by nails, with glue's embrace
Transformed by hands, its past erased
But deep within it still recalls
The rustling leaves, the forest's calls
Before it fell to saws and cutters
A life of whispers where the wind flutters
Now a table, sturdy, pleasing
Its silent strength remains unceasing
In every grain is a story hidden
Of nature's dance that's now forbidden
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My Daisy & My Pain
PoetryA collection of poems that reflect how I feel. Most of these poems revolve around love and/or feeling alone hence the name, but it's really just a collection of thoughts I need to get out of my brain before moving on with my day. I am still finding...
