A Top
A Poem.
A TopA snow coveredmountain topresides a solitarytree long abandoned. Deep cuts that pierceto its centerbleeding out sap, that runs down to the snow. Its needles slowly changing from comforting greento a dreary brownin longing for the treethat stood next to it.Now, there is only adeep frost coated holeThere is no more warmth, for this tree.