once there is a tree

a tree by anelephantcant

a tree by anelephantcant

once there is a tree
in a verdant field of grass
standing tall and happily
watching decades pass

in the field are hosts of poppies
to delight uncounted butterflies
pollinating happily
no hint of tears or sighs

the butterfly epitomises
all of nature’s joy and beauty
I wonder every evening
why my spirit is so muted

because the field is changing
the ground is dark and bare
I lie awake till morning
to avoid the last nightmare

the house is cold and empty
hair rises on my skin
fearing not what lies without
just the terror from within

now there is no tree
the poppies brown not red
the butterfly has butterflown
because your love is dead

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8 Responses to once there is a tree

  1. emmylgant says:

    AnElephantCan make me cry
    when he writes of a butterfly
    Now Emm is sharing the nightmare
    The land indeed is bare


  2. Gyslaine L. says:

    Encore très émouvant et profond.


  3. Esther says:



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