silent stoic
strong as can be
why would he need
a friend like me?
hard cold
facing attacks
sightless he feels the first
blow of the ax
rescue now
how i don't know
the ax would destroy me
with only one blow
courage alive
but what's that to me?
i'll use any excuse
but i won't save the tree
Interesting concept, makes me wonder why you wouldn't save the tree. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Thank you for writing RoseAnn! I guess most people wouldn't raise a finger to save a tree from being cut down, with notable exceptions of course. The speaker in this case realizes the tree is alive, could use a friend, and must come up with an excuse to justify his cowardice. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That what's wrong with the world today it has become complacent with things being the way they are.