The Log Poem by Aufie Zophy

A log of wood had washed ashore
The tree was not alive anymore
But its beauty i could still adore.

Unlike the woody beauty of the tree
The story may be very different for me.
What will be left may be only memory.

Maybe what i write or what i do
Can, after my life will have ended too,
Still be cherished and adored by you.

I hope that people still will find
in some simple acts of being kind,
That in a way, I will 've left behind,
Inspiration for heart and mind.