Lost

Down the rivers that I often quote

Lived a tree that guides

And I the visitor it often saw

To me it meant life

There was a tree- strong to root

And I loved it very much

And yet in the wonder of its aura and might

I shook it all along

Every day I woke and talked

Talked to the mighty grove

 And everyday I shook it a little

To my utter dismay and yet little glee.

Its leaves like petals fell to my toes

And I inside cried

But losing control of my little hope

Everyday the same I tried

It stood firm 

even in the days of pain

And we grew really close

And to my surprise I had my head

I had at the end the control

But one fine day, of

when my senile friend

Had one last leaf standing

I shook unknown to me

And the petal fell rocking

The winds were calm

I knew not why 

But I was too timid to cry

Innate within a part of me

I know in this stretch had died

I saw it weep deep within

And then severed the ties

For what was left not was hope

For me in its eyes

Today I did a mighty job,

I broke free of good

I broke away from the last of my men

Now all I've left is wood.

For the first time, an image I clicked