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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reborn to Die
[time] => 2007-12-29 04:15:39
[hometext] => tell me what you think
[bodytext] => A tree lies broken upon the ground Part of its trunk is still intact while the rest is severed much like a decapitation Appearance alone underscores The story of this tree which had roots in my heart and meant so much to me. It once was a pear tree Planted long ago One of many others In a large orchard. It grew tall, budded, and bloomed Giving off delicious fruit That humans and animal both consumed What a magnificent tree it was! But God’s fury did impart It struck that tree right in the heart Shocked and burned it quickly died Its bark fell off and it turned bone white No more fruit or leaves or buds No more flowers or bees or birds Just a place for crows to perch A skeleton in the skyline. Then the wind blew fierce one winter day The sound of limbs snapping could be heard miles away The tall tree collapsed finally admitting defeat All that remained was its gnarled trunk Half of it rotten and quickly decaying But that tree was not finished for its roots never died In its pitiful state it managed to survive And new sprouts sprung forth from its old worn out shell A second chance to live to grow and form fruit Though its trunk still rotted this new tree grew Reaching higher and higher and producing wonderful fruit Fruit better than the old tree ever could form For its second life was that much sweeter Still tragedy was not finished with this tree Doomed from the day it was planted To die from some act of nature So during a walk through cold winter’s breath I noticed this tree broken on the ground The healthy limbs separated from the rotten trunk Such a sad sight to my heart For this tree had been the cause of its death It grew higher and taller than its trunk could hold And it snapped under its own weight And as I beheld this sight I likewise felt something break inside of me Hope itself seemed to shrivel up and die If I can be reborn a new creature Aren’t I just as susceptible to such a fate? The old flaws that I cannot discard Will someday destroy me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 25 [informant] => yackerz85 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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