The winds howled
with the screams of a million
murdered trees
And when it was over
and we crawled
from beneath the rubble
of what once was
and looked around
to find everything had changed
An oak will stand and grow
for 200 years
watching, in its own slow way
the seasons pass
and turn to years
and then decades
and centuries
Then in a moment
the winds come
and the tides
and the rain
Pines that stood for years
wreched from the gound
their roots, once buried deep
exposed to the light
Tall and statley pecans
lie on broken limbs
uprooted, displaced
Houses may be smashed
buildings can be broken
but when all is said and done
can be rebuilt
A tree, once felled
is gone forever
Lovely imagery. I liket he sorrow throughout this poem. There is such detail to this poem. I must admit, I thought from the title that it would be a different story. Boy, was I pleasantly surprised! Cheers, Joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mjaesty of great trees beyond compare and when they fall all weep and should weep for each one was unique and had lived a truth humans rarely understand to accept sun and rain and wind even if that wind is death a fine poem