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Contributed by Ashtree33 on Monday, 21st May 2012 @ 03:09:49 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Standing tall in the backyard.
Never moving,
always there to provide shade for others.
Stands quietly in solitude, in the nude.
Until another grows beside it.
Being sheltered by its leaves and branches.
Giving chances.
Branches intertwining.
Sharing its resources.
Giving everything.
Unwinding and binding.
Together through beautiful and malicious weather,
growing into each other,
caring like a brother.
Beginning to lean on its neighbor.
No longer in labor.
Always doing favors.
Fusing flavors.

Hungering for more to taste.
Taking it with haste.
Trying to be sly.
Thinking it was safe.
But the deceitful night was shed to lightit betrayed.
The treeplayed.
The neighbor afraid.
But succeeded and took what it craved.
Then lied
No alibi
Why?
Threatened by an approaching storm
Constantly warned

Always used to be sheltered,
by its neighbors warm embrace.
Two lives interlaced.
Trying to save face.
A friendship formed.
A friendship mourned and scorned.
Abused in the night.
In a backyardhome.
A most sacred place wishing it wouldnt have shown.
One year torn apart by one night.
Trying with all its might, to make it right.
Struggling to end its plight.

Branches forced towards the earth,
to a place that gives birth.
While it rested,
the neighbor was tested,
failing again and again,
no longer able to depend,
No longer a friend.
When questioned for the truth,
a fabrication told,
the neighbor being bold.
It could no longer hide
Didnt abide,
didnt stand beside.
The tree couldnt confide,
and went to shed its leaves
Because the other thieved.

The next day it was cut down
Quietly leaving without a sound
Only fallen leaves,
The tree couldnt conceive or believe,
That its neighbor could deceive,
And steal
Thinking the fellowship was real.

Its neighbor no longer there
Except for chips embedded in the soil around
Where the trees roots were stuck in the ground
Fighting, wanting to let be
Ruined from ever being free
Making it hard for others to grow
It will never know
The pain bestowed
Still trying to let go.

Copyright © Ashtree33 ... [ 2012-05-21 15:09:49]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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