A fallen tree


I remember that tree which stood in front of me.

It was tall and its leaves were green,

which danced to the tune of breeze.

 

I would climb to its top with ease.

On its branches birds made nests,

under its trees travellers would take rest.

We climbed upon that tree to see,

gardens, meadows and distant sea.

 

But now that tree no longer stands,

in front of that old fort,

It is another victim of human hands.

But it lives in my heart

 @ unknow

 
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