Poetry competition: Lamenting Tree
‘When the last vestiges of life
have all but disappeared… what then?
When the last tree
has shed the last of its leaves… what then?
The last tree? I am that tree.
Under a cold dawn sky I cry.
The last to witness the sun rise.
Yet who is there left to hear me?
Now that we’ve parted ways you & I.
Who is there left to lament these words?
Now that I remain… the last of my kind.’
copyright Mike Maasch