Trees Poem by Jaime ReyesHildel

all the branches hang low,
but the one who points up
feels the lowest

the tree dares not grow up
instead it out and down
everything under its crown
hidden by the frown

but the branch that hangs the lowest,
daring to point up,
feels like a traitor
and persecutes himself

but the other branches look up
melencholly eyes wishing
daring to feel up

and all around the ground dies.
and the tree grows old and withers

that branch pointing back down,
the other ones pointing up
slightly insignificantly