The Tree Once Shook Poem by Juls Rey

The tree shakes from the early breeze of November.
The roots turn their way toward the surface reaching out to the sun.
Taking hold of all the water it can before winter comes.
Absorbing the warm air before the cold takes over like a virus sucking away your life, before you could even say goodbye.
The tip of your toes goes numb turning purple from the long days of ice and snow.
Chapped lips and dry skin turns your day in to nothing but trouble.
You’re flying down the hill at top speed.
Once thinking that something like this could only happen in a dream.
This is not a dream.
The grass makes its appearance from under the snow.
The ice melts into the river.
Overflowing with water.
Tearing down anything in its path
Fighting for its survival in a cruel world
Grass and dirt go at each other like an old married couple
Releasing fury on the ones that walk all over them
The tree that shook during November
Will never see another winter again
The people on the earth used to be a family
But now we have turned to greed and hatred in order to survive
It always has to go our way
We don’t care what comes at us next
Because will have others just like us to fill in
We live in a messed up world
Building a death trap for ourselves
The only way to fix it is by fixing ourselves first
This is not a dream