Our Tree

Is dying

Out Tree. Is Dying. A poem by Colleen Millsteed.

Survey the bush as you walk forward
Pick out the tree that looks the most stressed,
Notice the leaves that have fallen to the ground
In which this large tree was once dressed.

See how the branches are torn and wilted
The weight bearing down too heavy to hold,
The heart of this tree looks worn and jilted
Were once it grew young and…

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Top Writer in Poetry. I’m a Finance Manager with a love of both numbers and words.

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Colleen Millsteed

Colleen Millsteed

Top Writer in Poetry. I’m a Finance Manager with a love of both numbers and words.

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