October Tragedy


They cut the tree down beside the road,
The boughs and branches crashing down.
That tree that wore sweet autumn gold,
Abandoned height and met the ground.
Boughs and branches crashing down,
Horror hummed bones and willow trees wept.
She abandoned height; she met the ground.
Her stately robes down roads were swept.
Horror hummed bones and willow trees wept
For the loss of the queen when she was dethroned,
And down the roads her stately robes swept.
Why not unkept, untouched, unowned?
What loss of queen who was dethroned,
That tree that wore sweet autumn gold.
Why no unkept, untouched, unowned?
They cut the tree down beside the road.

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