Diana Poems


Tree of Life


Tree of Life

You stand there
Still as a rock
You hold your fruit you bear
The amount of wrinkles spreads around you
Many years entwine your body
As your dark circles under your eyes
Get bigger with age
Your neck swoops lower as you sleep
Your green hair flows in the summer
But sheds in the winter
You smile as a child climbs onto your arms
The only movement you feel
If only your neck wouldn't be so stiff
You would turn towards the sun
And engulf its energy through your skin
If only legs would move you
You would walk where there is no noise
You would run to where there is no human life
For humans are the only ones who end your life early
And sit on your remains
They sleep on your arms
Rip your neck into trim
Drill your eyes into holes
Puncture your skin with letters and words
Burn your flesh with fire
If only you had legs
You would escape
You would find paradise
You would bring forth years of fresh air
In a life of mass pollution
Mass destruction
Mass consumerism
Mass populations
Funny how you save us
And in return we end you
All in the name of greed
- By Diana Magiera

Submitted: Monday, March 11, 2013

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