Letting Go

by David   Apr 2, 2007


The oak tree, blossomed with beautiful leaves,
Its elegant stature, flourished with breeze,
A sight, I remember, so clear and free,
A portrayal of us, the tree was the key,

A relationship, our innocence, so hard to believe,
Our eyes, the connection , the girl of my dreams,
Each moment we spent, each occasion was stored,
The happiness of two, my heart was adored.,

The oak tree, matured still standing tall,
Though the beauty in the leaves, started to fall
The birds that sang, so joyfully each day
Started to whisper, then flew away,

Holding hands, became more of a chore,
Talking all night, seemed something so sore
The bright eyes faded, the smile disappeared
The relationship a burden, something I feared

The oak tree died, the branches left bare,
A crow at the peak, did nothing but stare,
The wind that blew, just howled at the tree
It stood in silence, the tree was the key

Jealousy, procession, arguments, mistrust,
Few of the things, that turned gold to rust
Something so perfect , had grown apart,
It was time to say goodbye, though it broke my heart.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Singmehome

    This was such a great poem,i really enjoyed reading it ...it had such imagery ...and how u potrayed a relationship to a tree and the stages they both go through..really wonderfully written..5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    Such talent. A joy to read.