I look around. All I see is bushes
and grasses.
I cry. But nobody hears my silent
sobs.
Loneliness is a punishment if it is
thrust on you. And I am alone though I didn’t ask for. I feel cursed.
After all, I have been helpless. I
could not do anything when my family and loved ones were slaughtered. Yes, they
were killed mercilessly. Their body was ripped apart. They cried out of pain.
But, I only stood there, watching them suffer.
What else can I do? I am just a
tree…
And I am patiently waiting for my
turn…
Poignant personification of a tree and its forest. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteshalom,
Rochelle
The phrase "Woodsman, spare that tree" springs to mind. I could feel the tree's loneliness. Good job.
ReplyDeletejanet
I love the tree's voice and how we really feel for it. Nice writing!
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