Tree
Samantha Allen
Class of 2017
The tree
Twists and turns in an unnatural looking way
It has a huge hollow
Its dark, old, and grey
It’s sinking and sagging from all the years
And yet it has not withered away
It lies in the middle of a luscious green meadow
The meadow is surrounded by new young trees
Standing tall
The meadow covered in scattered flowers of yellow and white
A man sits under the bare old tree
Its gorgeous branches reaching out
Towards the surrounding trees
And up
Towards the bright and shining sun
The tree, it’s rough and ancient
Feels like sandpaper
It smells of earth
Like dirt and pine
Like it’s mixed