Tree For Rent Poem by Elisha De La Rosa

I'm a living coat of plastic
Anchored on broken concrete
My life force falls with the sunset
But in the face of death, I'll show deceit

My work prevails in the heart of Flora
There beats the revival of recreation
The frostbite arrived with a heavy aura
With it blooms the lily of destruction

The calm winds fury up
It pushed itself against my pride
The hurricane of death left me blistered
A reminder of how my children died

One by one they changed to dark brown
Faded from love, out of my clutch
They lay there brittle on the ground
Easily broken by a delicate touch

I am hallow, useless, and ugly
As my naked body, forked themselves to the sky
Rip me to pieces, break me down to something
Even that simple request was denied

I have found no mercy in this world
In my own death, I realized
To be living, you must have reasons to fight for
Here I lay paralyzed

There are no tears, for I can't cry
I am forgotten, labeled as a lonely grail
I stand here, piercing the sky
Just a tree for rent, a tree for sale

9/13/12