The fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
twigs outstretched
its leaves spread
with pride
the world watched
for its downfall
from hurricane of woes
the now mighty tree
survived not without
scars; until its golden
hair turned into brown
age caught up
leaves wilted
its body gave in
no longer proud
in the river by the
bank of its childhood
a driftwood floats
to nowhere
I like very much - took me to a place of peaceful seasons in my mind.
i dont know if it was your intended effect but it made me a bit sad...like i am standing tall and strong now but for what? to be a forgotten driftwood. great poem though: ]
Your poems have powerful endings that stay with the reader. Excelent poem.
beautiful ink.'the world watched for its downfall from hurricane of woes' is very nice.
driftwood floats to nowhere, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cycle of life, it ebbs and it flows, nicely expressed,