The tree
Watched its neighbor die
In silence.
The tree
Stood firm
While its companion
Did not.
The tree
Endured drought
While its twin
Fell with a crash.
The tree
Survived
While its company
Decomposed.
The tree
Stood alone.
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Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry
