A Tree Laughs, In The Face Of Death Poem by Tanner Herndon

I can ask nevermore,
That you seek comfort from these limbs,
I am rooted in a soil far more damning than,
Anything you have ever seen,
I take your laughter, as something of pity,
Not humor,
But for comedic value, I too, must laugh at this,
Suffocating nuisance,
You fly,
You fly so beautifully, and comforting, is it to my heart,
That I know you are free,
Your blue paints the sky as I watch you fly solemnly,
High, not a care to trouble you,
They come to me with axes, and blades so sharp,
Not even wolves, dare confront these beasts,
I try so hard, to fly away,
But as my family did perish, and their family before,
I am subjected now, to a fate, the same,
We share something in common, for once, I see,
They hit hard, these blades,
And they bite much harder than a shark could ever dream,
I bleed, a blood browner than the dirt in which I stand,
It seeps slowly on their hands,
And the murder, is evident,
Atrociously, I cry,
I weep as a willow,
And I am a hearty Pine,
When all I did was share breath with these beasts,
And I am now conflicted with death,
Like a Victorian building, is suffocated, by vine.
I laugh, at these fools, for they are killing themselves.