The Withering Tree

The tree of my life was rich and green

But suddenly there were fierce winds to be seen

The climate changed color

To affect my tree’s palor

The sun bore down and left my tree only brown

The fruits of love were squashed and mashed

And now everything resembled a big huge mess.

 Yet the roots were strong,

And they have been holding my tree all along

It still stands there, barren and bare

Hopes held high

This time will soon fly by

But deep down inside my tree has broken down,

Afraid of the future and what might come on.

With the fruits of love lost

And the secure green cover all washed

My tree feels all alone

In this world so forlorn.

But faith in the almighty still holds strong

No matter how confused or lonely it will still fight to survive all along!!