A tree once golden now dies,
her bones now marrowless.
Her blood holds only goodbyes,
Behold! life in its narrowness.
The falling of her leaves I cannot bare,
for their veins are shriveled and dry,
uttering their lifeless prayers
as they fill the rotting sky.
Five hundred summers scorched her,
yet those memories she suppressed,
though by tears of flame tortured;
with whispering corpses she's found rest.
This poem is phenomenal. Your words brought life to this moment of death, and I agree with Tiger, it's absolutely captivating!
Beautiful poem. Captivating from beginning to end and lovely imagery. The second stanza is my favorite verse, great write! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is both really sad and really beautiful. You've taken a natural moment of sadness, within the life cycle, and made it come alive (more so than it is) . For me this poem has a touch of magic to it, or at least the pure beauty of nature.