The falling ball of fire sets the ruby leaves aflame,
Casting long shadows, reaching into the chilly evening
One by one the crimson leaves fall onto the ground,
Leaving the branches naked and bare, one by one
Soon the snowflakes will fall upon them,
Covering them with their cold embrace
The great oak tree will die for the season before long,
Lying in wait for the day the leaves grow back
The bench next to it is cold now,
Devoid of the last warmth the rays of sun have to offer
Standing alone,
Tall and strong
A sight to behold,
Beauty in its purest form
The wind kicks the leaves away,
And as the last of the sunlight touches the scarlet leaves,
The whispering darkness claims the great oak
A contest entry
- Everchanging (PIC CONTEST!) by AgoniesQueen.
575 points, ended September 10, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is beautifully written and I love the way you have set this poem up. It really is true that the shape of the write looks like a tree. Trees can be so inspiring when relating to our lives as humans. Nice write! Blessings, Patty
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Thank you so much for the comment, I really appreciate it
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I loved the beauty this poem displayed in both words as well as presentation. If you stare at the poem long enough, it looks like a tree. LOL. I'm putting this on the finalists list. Great work!
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