THE LAST TREE

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I face the wind

Each day I wait

As time passes

People come and go

Trees fall

Dying animals cry

Buildings replace rolling hills

Fewer trees dot the landscape

Polluted water fills the oceans

Mankind has made drastic changes

Stop before it’s too late

I refuse to be the last tree standing

A PURPLE TREE

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Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

THE TREE

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

HIDDEN

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I am hiding being green.

On this leaf, I won’t be seen.

Feet sliding in the dew.

Orange eyes watching you.

I bet you can’t spot me.

I am one with this tree.

THE TREE

The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the sun.
Its leaves glow in the waning afternoon light.
Soon the sun will leave yellow trails
around the tree’s massive trunk
as it sets for the day.
The shadows grow longer.
The colors become dimmer.
The sun bows its head goodbye.
Looming shadows signal the next stage.
The glow of the moon takes center stage.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the rising moon.

AN OASIS FOR ME

Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

THE LAST TREE STANDING

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

DEAFENING SILENCE

Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.

DUST IN THE WIND

To be alone.
Under a tree.
In a garden.
No people.
No sounds.
Only the birds chirping.
The smell of the grass.
The heat of the sun.
What is that sound?
Oh, the wind rustling the leaves.
How beautiful.
How relaxing.
How perfect.
Oh no.
I hear more sounds.
It’s turning dark.
The sun has retreated.
Someone is coming.
I can’t see who it is.
It can’t be.
I’m dust in the wind.

DUST IN THE WIND

To be alone.
Under a tree.
In a garden.
No people.
No sounds.
Only the birds chirping.
The smell of the grass.
The heat of the sun.
What is that sound?
Oh, the wind rustling the leaves.
How beautiful.
How relaxing.
How perfect.
Oh no.
I hear more sounds.
It’s turning dark.
The sun has retreated.
Someone is coming.
I can’t see who it is.
It can’t be.
I’m dust in the wind.

MAUSOLEUM

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Evil waits for you and me.

Beneath the tall cypress tree.

It comes in the dark of night.

Won’t leave without a good fright.

The mausoleum is dark.

We only came on a lark.

Time for us to run and go.

The wind says, “I don’t think so.”

THE DEAD GAME

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BLUE SEA

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ICE MINT by Jun-ichi Sekimoto | Vanity-Exposition

A garden of delight for me,

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’ll wait until you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free

To the waves of the blue sea.

MOON SHADOW

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

I WILL GROW

I will grow.

I will reach the stars.

I don’t care about the graves

or the mausoleums.

I don’t care that

The Dead

walk the night.

I will grow leaves.

I will stay here.

I will stay alive.

THE DEAD GAME

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A FANTASY

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“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin

The clouds touch the water.

Pink merges with green.

Crooked tree prays for help.

But it can’t be seen.

A rower drifts alone.

Held aloft by the green.

A fantasy world so close.

Too bad it can’t be seen.