someone
tossed the towel
in the quiet
of the forest morning
if a tree gives up in a forest
while no one is watching
does it make a sound?
does it even fall?
or will pride glue
its branches to the sky
standing vindictevely though growth
is no longer an option?
A very thought provoking poem. I could really envision the forest and I like the alliteration in the title. The line, ‘will pride glue its branches to the sky’ is awesome! Well done!
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!