Whispering Trees

The wind whistles through
The thin, cracking branches
Of the willow tree
Death's name is carved in the roots
Alone in its empty stance
Strong it may be
It's broken at heart
Falling, failing like humanity
I am the tree
I whisper the names of the dead
Who have been forgotten long ago
Just for others to ignore
I stand alone
Strong, yet one push
I'm down
In those limb branches
Lay veins of scarlet blood
In the willow leaves, lay a soul
The tree is alive
And it whispers of you and I

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