A Poisoned Tree Poem by Milo Lone Elk

The dying tree haunts the young one's light
As the bark divulge its secrets when the sun begins to die
Shedding gruesome tales of fathom height
Whispering to the young seeds it wants to defy
Licking its deep wounds as it continues to seethe
Over the lost composure that's hidden behind
Turning to dust when it is time to leave
The thundering roots poison in its mind

The young cannot take it anymore
When its leaves blow in the wind, consuming the brawn within
It craws to the floor
As it rallies to the unforgotten core
Overwhelming till it soar
Once again in the sky
Until the day it can't take no more
Of these malicious lies
With venom in its tears
Dropping with burden of what it fears
It falls like a deck of cards
Forever letting go of these bars
That limit its way
To grow far away
From this venomous place
It weeps what it misplaced
The trees tavern below
Sheltering its intent it knows
That it didn't have to suffer like this
Tattered, betrayed, and tangled in this mess
Searching for the throat of streams
Sowing its childish bark by the seams
Cleansing the roots underneath
Until they are completely flawless beneath
Stretching far from greed
Of the summers wondrous seeps of tainted water
While keeping away from what it hinders
Till they can not be broken

The once child smiles at its leaves
Looking ahead despite its past
As she grows tall as she suppose to be
Her love imbued in her beautiful scent
As the pure leaves smiles in the wind
Flying high until their glory descent