Solitary tree,
Lonely soldier of timber and leaf,
Forever defending your livelihood
Amidst forces who wish you would.
Standing atop a central hill,
Interacting with things that you cannot feel,
While bearing blind witness to a battle of thrill
And blissfully ignorant of an urge to kill.
The ground runs red
While clouds pass overhead,
Leaves streaming down during time of despair
But you remain steadfast in this time of cold air.
Season passes by with the revolving of the sun
Now buds birth with you indifferent to every one.
The clock has merely struck 3 once again
And you continue working for it's all you can.
Two lovers come along to enjoy your shade.
You continue working and no attention is paid.
But while you were busy, a miracle you missed,
For two beaten beings were healed
In the moment they kissed.
As I read it I was thinking of people that live, but do not actually live.
They do not thrive, for work, routine, and mundane events are all they know.
Submission Name: Passing Clouds
