My Tree
My tree fell and no one heard it.
There in silence it lay on the forest floor. Once standing so proudly as the winds would whip through its green leaves. It would call to me to bask in its gift of shade and cool. The roots ran deep holding strong against all that would push and shove. Standing tall it had worked for so long to touch the sky, which had always lay just beyond reach.
The storms they rolled, the sky it boiled, everything turned dark and gray. Too much stress, on shallow roots, the winds they finally took their toll.
The tree so tall, so beautiful, falling to the earth from wince it came shaking the years from its bough.
So sad that it had become so weak, a hollowed shell where no one heard its cries of pain as it lay down with a sigh.
My roots were once strong too; they ran deep within the earth, holding on to all that I could bring to my heart.
Like my trees the time has aged me; drought has taken its toll. My branches are weaker now my roots they can not hold. Something needs to awaken in me, making me know that I am alive. I want to feel that which moves me. I want to be touched with care. I want my heart to keep beating, to move me to tears.
When did I get so cold? When did I stop the care?
I just want to feel again, something, something real, something true.
I know it is there, this something, it was always you.
Hear me when I fall across the earth from where I once did stand. Hear my pleas, hear my pain, and help me, please help me to dream of touching the sky once again.
There in silence it lay on the forest floor. Once standing so proudly as the winds would whip through its green leaves. It would call to me to bask in its gift of shade and cool. The roots ran deep holding strong against all that would push and shove. Standing tall it had worked for so long to touch the sky, which had always lay just beyond reach.
The storms they rolled, the sky it boiled, everything turned dark and gray. Too much stress, on shallow roots, the winds they finally took their toll.
The tree so tall, so beautiful, falling to the earth from wince it came shaking the years from its bough.
So sad that it had become so weak, a hollowed shell where no one heard its cries of pain as it lay down with a sigh.
My roots were once strong too; they ran deep within the earth, holding on to all that I could bring to my heart.
Like my trees the time has aged me; drought has taken its toll. My branches are weaker now my roots they can not hold. Something needs to awaken in me, making me know that I am alive. I want to feel that which moves me. I want to be touched with care. I want my heart to keep beating, to move me to tears.
When did I get so cold? When did I stop the care?
I just want to feel again, something, something real, something true.
I know it is there, this something, it was always you.
Hear me when I fall across the earth from where I once did stand. Hear my pleas, hear my pain, and help me, please help me to dream of touching the sky once again.