The Tree
The Tree
The world is broken and burnt,
There is no life, no meaning.
There are no stars and no lights.
Without even a shadow for a company,
The lonely tree with all its might.
It hides centuries of pain and treachery,
In its breast, it cries.
It is ashamed to have witnessed all that was.
The old lonely tree,
With aging life and emotions,
But devoid of expression.
And years go by as the tree tries,
But in vain,
To cease to exist.
It's leaves don't move anymore,
For there is no need.
It waits like it always has.
The lonely tree with all its might,
Without even a shadow for a company,
It waits.