The Dying Tree Poem by Dulan Kumarasiri

Across the pond, I saw a beautiful tree.
It stood out from an endless sea
It called to me, grinning and smiling
We laughed and danced, its bark shining
The leaves sparkled with happy dew
The wind in our sails harder blew

I was so glad I didn't even notice;
Stuck in my love filled hypnosis.
The steel that bound me: awestruck
Me to the tree, now I was stuck

I sadly stood;
Bound eternally to this lifeless wood.
I struggled, twisted and turned:
Hopes and dreams burned
My friends waltzed by
Some waved, some said hi

Then the rain came;
Soaking, drenching and cleansing my eyes
Removing the lie, and the disguise
The tree didn't care, it relished in the torrent
It never cared, nothing did warrant
Its bark echoed; hollow
My heart closed: sorrow

The steel tightened, its grasp unbreakable
The kindness frightened, pain unfadable
Trapped in four walls, whilst greener trees
Sang with the chirping birds and bees
The birds had built happy nests
While the tree was infested with pests

Bound by steel; there was no hope
Bound by my soul: my escape was a rope
It met an end,
Though I had died long ago.