Her bright eyes grew dim <br />Her ruddy cheeks grew pale <br />Her face like a dented kitchenware <br />Now a symbol of blighted loveliness <br />Sorrow buried in the recesses of her heart <br />She lets them cower and brood <br />Dormant fires, <br />Anytime may grow into a conflagration <br />Dry sorrow sucks her blood <br />Her sleep poisoned by melancholy <br />She has been a Moon <br />Now veiled by mist <br />Once she glowed with radiance and beauty <br />Now there is a wintry chill <br />Inside and outside <br /> <br />In the shade of a giant oak, <br />She grew from a tender tree, <br />To the pride and beauty of the grove <br />Graceful in form <br />Bright in foliage <br />But struck by <br />An unexpected pestilence <br />It is withering <br />Drooping its branches down <br />Shedding leaf by leaf <br />To fall down and rot <br />Like that shady oak, abruptly cut down!<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wilting-tree/
