A Tree’s passing

A tree once talked to me

Its branches wrapped me up

It took me

Up high into the leaves

It spoke to me

Through the whistles of the wind

Age-old tales

Of wise trees, noble trees

Villainous trees

Trees of love and


Much similar to our own pains

It let me down gently

I rev the chainsaw

And cut it down

The moaning of broken bark

Whistles in the wind



Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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