The Tale Of Woe

Beautiful a tree

Flowing with bliss

With a storm so wild

Absent to all, as they kiss

They embrace one another

Known their meeting is brief

Twirling and swaying together

Still, as the wind cuddles them in grief

The breeze gently places them on the soft grass by the waters

Smiling at them as they stay

As they remain placid and unvexed

Coz here they would part their ways

Absorbed into one another, long they gaze

As, reluctantly, the soul flies away

Letting the cadaver in peace

And resting their love story at the bay

In the days of yore, their existence was heeded by none

They had only each other, so they loved

The storm would come each night

And meet its beloved

Each night the tree would stand tall

Ready to fall into the arms of the harsh gust

Enduring the rupturing strength

Was nothing before the warmth of the love

But that night, the gale was merciless

On his darling, awaiting his presence

Uprooting her to be a goner

And extinguishing her to death