It's like a weeping willow
Alive
But unable to move
She sits
And stares
At the ever changing world
Unable to change herself
Children grow up
But she stays the same
Lovers carve their initials into her
She's numb
She doesn't feel a thing
And then suddenly
One dark and rainy day
She's alive
She becomes ablaze
She feels for the first time
She dances in the wind
She has been struck by lightening
And shortly after
She's gone
Her time on this earth
Has expired
YOU ARE READING
What We Are Made Of
PoetryThis is just a collection of poetry that I've written over the years. It's about life. The ups and down. Love and Loss. I hope that some of you can relate. Because after all, what are we made of?
