A tree is planted in a row of many
One day he falls,but,
oh,
it seems
he is caught
by the tree behind him
holding up his branches
from brushing the ground,
and if that tree wasn't there
low and behold
there is another
right there,
next in the row
and on and on it goes.
On and on it goes...
YOU ARE READING
Brecon's Poetry Book...
PuisiHere you will find my musings in poetry form and you'll also find me in these poems; recklessly vulnerable.