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Willow


I sprout from the ground in the midst of spring

I start out small, a pale green sapling

I reach for the sky and breath in the sun

I wave in the wind until day is done

I feel the dirt and root myself deep

I drink up the water, into soil it seeps

I grow and grow reaching for god

I am now one with Earth, part of the sod

My stem grows tall and thick with wood

My branches spread as all trees should

I was there when the factory was built

I saw them pollute and hurt with no guit

I watched the rivers fill with their poison

I watched them bring the fire and noise in

I felt my life starting to fade

Their evil building left me in shade

I couldn't breathe and saw the smoke stacks billow 

There was nothing to do, I'm only a willow

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Nathan3259

I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems

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