Saturday, August 16, 2014

Split

There was a tree that stood alone
It had been split in two
With fortitude it lingered
Past the bolt that shot it through

In winter, rain, storm or shine
Both halves stood fixed by roots
The left side weak and broken
The right tall and absolute

The seasons passed
The summer went
And soon snow piled high
On top the left side hanging low
Beneath the harsh cold sky

Its branches snapped
Its bark howled too
The right side lost control
The left side landed, roots exposed
It died a half made whole

- C.R. Shuler