poor poor tree
languished inside of me!
fruits unborn.
skin peeled & torn.
roots decayed.
sunlight strayed.
osmosis though reversed.
water stained and cursed.
the weeds lamented, a charge no longer repented.
dry casted, landscape lambasted!
the sun declared too much fun.
just enough heat to keep you beat.
serendipitous were the winds which flowed these words away, carrying meaning and poetic license in hope to align the gray.
crafted from life forms found in plants and seeds
drafted to the strife; worms roaming the ground, combing their needs!
have you ever saw yourself so clear : you could spot another subject as your twin peer?!
like damn, our shared experiences in this universe
feels as if we’ve both repeated lines staged and rehearsed.
thus: the tree isn’t really poor but a poetry foundational to the name.
a sentence structure to claim: photosynthesized and sustained!