The Withered Tree

by Simon Hayes   Aug 25, 2006


A withered tree, lonesome on the hill top
Desperately waits for the death of winter.
Courageously Longing for spring's morning sun,
Starved from the delightful summer rays.

The gentle spring breeze whistling passed
Each enervated branch, that sways so incompetently
Reaching out towards the barren land,
Searching for the daily light.

Until this withered tree stands tall,
And blooms in the sunshine
Posing the graceful blossom.
It shall sit, Patiently in the golden wind.

© Simon Hayes 25/08/06

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  • 16 years ago

    by Deana

    I love poetry about nature but especially when I can relate to it,I love the spring and wait so impatiently for it.a beautiful write.

  • 17 years ago

    by Reborn Rival

    Very good! Nature lives and youve captured is essence in this piece!
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by xxSilent Tearsxx

    That is pretty good, i can't write nice poetry but that was really good.

  • 17 years ago

    by LadyPearl

    Beautiful job. It's like a portrait of art. Great descriptions.

  • 17 years ago

    by Natalie

    Very nicely done with some beautiful imagery. Congradulations on the award also, well deserved. :] ..Keep it up!

    Natalie``

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