The Old Tree: From the book Sometimes I Think by Steven Carpenter

The old tree stands alone in the forest,
Its branches bent and weak,
Its leaves have long since blown away,
Its bark is torn and faded.

The old tree stands alone in the forest,
But it wasn’t always this way.
The old tree was once young and strong
The envy of the grove.
Its leaves were bright and full of life,
Its branches reached the sky.

The old tree stands alone in the forest,
The memories of its youth still bright.
Thoughts of children playing in its arms,
And young lovers basking in its shade.

The old tree stands alone in the forest,
Its branches bent and weak,
Its leaves have long since blown away,
A bright smile upon it’s face.

There is an old dead tree near where one of my sisters live. She asked to write her a poem about the tree and this is what I came up with.

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