PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

"Life To Life"


As i was walking through the forest,

I saw a great big tree.

But when I went the next day,

the tree had been cut down.

 

This filled me with deep sorrow,

for life has been destroyed.

I ran away from there,

not knowng what to do.

 

I slowed down as I passed,

a bookstore on the street.

I peered inside, and suddenly,

all my sadness was gone.

 

The book that that I was looking at,

had been been made from that big tree.

But instead of being alive with green,

it was now alive with stories.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.