Inkspill

Willow Tree

BY KATRINA C.

(dedicated to protectors of the environment)
A tree, lasts forever,
It sings to you with the flick of his leaves,
It looks at you under his face,
It’s always there when you need him,
He is a loyal companion.
 
But then, in a flash,
Men with spears and swords,
Swing their metallic weapons into war-like chaos.
The cackling, creaking and squeaking,
All disappears in a second.
 
And there it was my loyal companion,
Lying down on the soft little greens,
And now, my friend
Has gone with the wind,
And it’s spirit.

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