The Rosewood Tree
Deserted
a lonely tree grows
Tired
waiting by the rubbish
Troubled sleep
awakened
The tree is bleeding
the last urban tree
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The Rosewood Tree
Deserted
a lonely tree grows
Tired
waiting by the rubbish
Troubled sleep
awakened
The tree is bleeding
the last urban tree
Walking towards a destination,
stepping on the concrete jungle.
The last light is moving into the night
as the moon rises into the sky;
an orb so big and bright, so alive.
Silver spoons handed never to you,
yet the thought of only one would’ve helped;
a favour to help you walk the chosen path.
Noises, emotions, a convoluted mess;
you drown it all out with your world: music.
Turning the corner, it’s only you and the moon.
You share a moment before the darkness closes in,
and the dreams you cannot grasp,
seem too vivid and bright.