Poetree: Fallen Tree © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The tree was dying and she knew,
She'd never feel another rain;
nor taste the kisses of the dew,
She trembled with the cold and pain.

Ravaged by the roaring bluster,
Storm winds rent and tore her down;
Each budding blossom baby cluster,
fell from her wreath of flower'd crown.

Every petal crushed and scattered,
lifted with the breathless breeze
that turned to see her bruised, battered
and keened within her sister trees.

She fell before the light of dawn
and yet the cruel storm raged on.