Bleeding Tree
Bleeding Tree
If I should no longer prouder be
Than the lake, river, and sea
The forest would come to the shore
And make itself a home deplore’d
For loneliness is rotting timber
Losing all it could remember
Once conceited in the sun
A greater tree; there is none
But now the termites writhe within
They bless my trunk with hungry sin
Poisoning a black heart cold
In these barren limbs so old
The leaves turn grey, in nightly plight
The stream of life has lost this fight
For down on the heartless floor
Lies the great one, loved no more
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