Friendship, Insecurities, Poems

The Tree

The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Is
Sad.
Its leaves are dropping,
Dripping
With
Rain,
Filled with despair.

The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Is
Happy.
Hugging me
With
Shade,
Filled with joy.

The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Is
Scared.
Shaking
In the
Wind,
Filled with fear.

I miss those days when
The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Would tell me
How it felt.

But now I’m grown;
Now I know
That trees cannot do such.

But wait.

Is that the tree
Saying he’s crushed?

I can feel the tree beaming with pride
When I decide to stop

And
Say
Goodbye.