I made this poem at like 2 am. If it sucks yeah, I’m new to poetry.
The following topics are about loss, if you are sensitive I ask you don’t read please.
a tree can notice when a fellow is down, even in a forest with hundreds and more.
If a person always visits that tree, the person would notice the tree is gone.
Even if there were a billion other trees, that tree would still be mourned by someone who sees.
The tree will soon grow back into its roots, and the visitor will eventually move on from the past.
It’s hard and tough to let go of something dear, but on earth there are many more to see.
That tree might’ve meant everything, but there a thousands more in a single forest.
This isn’t about trees.
u/-_-HUFFLEPUFF-_- — 5 days ago