Day 286: The Dead Tree
- ZJC
- Aug 2, 2020
- 1 min read
When I grow up
I want to be a dead tree
Grey and dry and lacking bark
I want to be evidence
Proof that my branches once grew
And my leaves sprouted
Dead in the middle of the forest
Sticking through the green leaves like
Black paint on white bricks
Contrasting the world
That once gave me life
A wonder for tourists to stare
Until all the bugs have eaten my core, and
The memory of me has faded from Earth
Someone will decide I’m an eyesore
With a shift slice of a laser saw
My standing tall arms and legs and back
Will fall
And I will be no more

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