The Forest Poem by SC. Crews

The Forest



The trees fell
As the writer carved their beauty
In a twisted red ink
They laid in the ground
Life solely used for the needs of others
Everything they live on taken away
Their beauty discarded
Chop
Chop
I sit in a forest without any trees?
For the family has passed away.

Monday, January 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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