• sinjanb93 9w

    A Tree that saw

    Let my fleshy creases lament on nature's symphony

    For a shepherds boy was lulled to sleep

    Once I harbour life abound, and like a mother grieve for another.

    I am the tree that saw, and sawed down for looking over life.

    Bearing labours of another I do shelter, a barren farmer's wife with a stranger.

    As I lie entangled in bodice, I hum on nature's orchestra.

    Sometimes in life, sometimes without life.
    ©sinjanb93