There it lies
In all its
Gore and
Glory
De Ligno Vitae Et Mortis
Neither living nor dying
It stands
Unnatural in its cycle
For it is bare of blossoms
Yet blossoming with not flowers but
Life and
Death
Death hangs from stiff branches with
Broken twigs dry and brittle with age
That stand only with sheer determination
In the dying, seeping life force of a giant for
Death whispers in the tree, rustling
Ghost of leaves that were once
Alive
Life sings in the tree which spreads its roots
Deeper down into fresh springs
From whence it drinks in pure
Water, untainted, untouched
Life sprouts from the tree, tiny barely
Noticeable shoots that whisper of
Life
De Ligno Vitae Et Mortis
The tree of life and death
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
