Bent, burnt, and broken
Lightning strikes loudly
Rainstorm tears ravenously
Poor solitary tree
Who will pull you back up?
Burnt, broken, and bent
Downed but dutiful
Spread and soiled
Pushed onto the ground
Who will sit with you?
Broken, bent, and burnt
Battled yet bountiful
Marooned yet magnanimous
Passed by a hurried many
Who will stand with you?
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Nobody, it will be cut up and discarded
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It’s beautiful and sad at the same time. “Passed by a hurried many”
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It’s so… Melancholic. Can I say that? Melancholic. But i loved it.
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sure, it can be described as melancholic 🙂 thanks
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Somehow, I feel like this about a person, not a tree…
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