The Barren Tree

Poem By Maureen Alikor

Stood beneath it,
wondering what could have gone wrong.

Staring sternly at its roots;
it stood strong,
and showed no sign of rot.

Stupefied I was,
the battle within,
raged on.
The silent cries crept in,
inaudible voices were heard,
deep within were a thousand questions;
with no forthcoming answers.

I stood there,
praying for answers,
unsure of its origin.

Still I hoped,
hope upon hope,
to see the cause,
as I silently prayed for it to bud.

Comments about The Barren Tree

Whether real, or metaphorical, the tree buds in its own time. Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed your poem, Maureen
Trees ever in help of the mother earth and acts in different useful methods to makes this earth so livable.


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