They called her 'Tree That Climbs the Sky'
I think she was well named
For there she sat on the biggest hill
Blocked out the horizon
Her branches reached to touch the sun
They spread like a new garden path
Her trunk, massive, was dark and cool
Her leaves, like tears, made rain
In winter snow was no match for her
In spring she glowed with life
The summer had her scorched and warm
And fall made her a jewel
She brightened when you went to her
Like any midnight star
It's like she's smiling, trusting that
You'll never reach the top
I climbed her for those many years
For that long she was my world
Then 'Tree That Climbs the Sky' was gone
Taken, cut down, no more
You'll never find a tree as true
As special as she was
I miss her, wishing every day
That life was not so cruel.
Author notes
Celticjedi here. I wrote this thinking about how trees have their own essence of life, and how that life is seen as meaningless by most people. Hope you like, I tried to make it a good story. ^_^ Written to this picture:
http://www2.slac.stanford.edu/tip/2005/may6/trees-web.jpg
Love,
Cj
This poem won second place in the "Branches Full of Life" contest by roseblood87.
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you climbed her? that's what I like
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i love the way you wrote the poem. making the tree a real person giving her name and gender, because honestly why shouldn't we? you're right that most people see life as meaningless. why should cutting down a tree differ from cutting down a man? this is a great peice sis, and got me thinking.
good luck in the contest!
~theharvester
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Nicely done. Where would we be without a tree, no birds and no place for the wind to whistle. A fine write expressive and to the point
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This was so beautiful, and sadly, so very true. I love trees so much, and I just can't get over all the beauty that even the dead ones possess. Thanks so much for entering, and best of luck!!!
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