My Poetry

the lonely tree

Oh my life,
my lonely life.
The wind doest not forsake thee,
for it aide to separate thee.

I lost to the smile of the sun,
She came to entice me in her beauty,
she took from me my honey,
and left me tasty.

Oh the moon,
my once only friend,
Thou didst care,
and restored me what she took.

But now thou at a thorn,
casting thy cold hands against me.
I'm that lonely land,
were the voice of one,
do scream like the voice of thousands.

I'm that friend,
broken within,
like this cracked ground.
I smile when thou at near,
so the birds do perch.

Hide within me oh ye free ones,
drop thy burden and I shall bear them in smiles,
they're,
This mirthless touch I bear.

I'm that lonely tree before thy sight,
on that lonely land I dwell,
all eyes do behold,
but none approach.

The ground did frown when it bore me,
and my kin did run.

I'm that energy,
surging so violently,
yet it be gone silently.

The wind did rage,
and fought with all that was within me,
it took my lovely leaves,
and I wept for thee.

It took thee mercilessly away,
and my tears it devoured.
The ground roared,
and many fell,
but here I stood to bear you dear.

The ants did come,
they took refuge within me,
they left,
they left when all had settled.

I'm that lonely tree,
standing in this lonely land,
night and day I weep,
for a hand that care.