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*Untitled 2*
September-30-1997
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
The tree swishes in the early morning
Swish swish
Sitting up against it
My mother yelling a warning
Who could of imagened it was born from a small little seed
The tree had two branches low to the ground
With bright yellow flowers with tiny nector for the birds to feed
As they are perched sitting peacefully with thier beautiful melody sound
Looking at the branches again
So tall and muscular
It's like the arms were trying to hold me
I would sit there until days end
Feeling the light warm breeze across my face
A calming through my body it would send
My heart at a slower pace
I knew it was time to go
When I heard my mother say "come in"
But i didnt want to because I wanted to stay
The big beautiful tree looked so alone
But on that cloudless day
I wish I could of known
My fate that would play
As I stood to head In
The branches that where low to the ground
Suddenly out of nowhere
Hit me from behind and made me fall
I jusy lay there with a blank stare
I went to get up again
The branch grabbed my leg
And pulled me in
To a dark damp cold hole is all i could see
That wasnt there before
No matter how hard i fought
I couldnt win
It felt like the tree wanted my soul
A fear fell over me quickly but yet i still struggled more
As I did this I only fell futher into the hole
This once peaceful tree, turned bad
Had no plans on setting me free
All of a sudden I felt sad
In the soul of the bark
my life is where i will live I will be
I was never found
The tree didnt want me to go
so he took me within
He kept my soul
Now I can see everything he sees
Stuck in the tall and muscular tree
Knowing and waiting
Until it happens again
I will never leave I will remain as be
My mother again calls for me
But returns into the house without knowing
That never again her daughter she loves
She will never again see
No evidenece where i am will be showing
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