THE TREES LAMENT

it stood gnarled and oldblack and boldtwisted and torturedfrom wind and coldlife stood stillon that bleak hillwhere the lonely treehad lost its will to liveand bravely stand the testof another day without a restno sap to rise within its veinsno buds to burst from gentle rainno leafy foliage overheadwhy cant i fall when i am dead                                annie j