The tree.
I know it so well, for so long.
I've nurtured it since it's birth,
Always caring, always loving.
And it always seemed to work.
My tree grew, bore flowers, prospered.
But no more.
For some reason, lately my tree has not fared so well.
No matter how much love and care I give,
Something has changed,
And my tree does not respond.
Its beginning to wither, to die,
Right before my eyes,
And I'm powerless to stop its fall.
Twisting, crawling, caving in,
The tree decays and rots.
The darkness overwhelms it
And it succumbs to death, finally.
Numb is how I feel now.
My tree has gone,
Never to be replaced,
And I can't help but wonder if it was my fault...
