I Am A Dying Tree

Nov 17

I am a dying tree; I sway in the breeze

My hair is falling like Fall leaves

My roots are getting older day by day

My limbs are starting to rot away

The slightest wind can make me fall

I am bending over now; I am not as tall

I know soon that I will be used for kindling

It is so heartbreaking to watch a dying thing

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I was born in Mississippi and now live in Texas. I have been writing since I was 14 years old. I write poetry and short stories.

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