At The Top Poem by Mark Ruiz
At The Top
From its feet up it stood so strong.
Sturdy, thick, every leaf crisp and green.
Yet the tree stood alone on the top of a hill.
Nothing around it and the tree began to fade.
Day by day the tree began its decay.
And though it was healthy and strong it lost the will.
It would give up its life or so it would seem.
It stood tall and strong, but being alone is so wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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