Poezja

A soil was shared
by two little trees,
together endured
all kinds of weather,
time brought them closer
and branches did meet,
but it was not long,
before their intimate
hopeful arms broke,
they pushed and pulled
and hated one another,
until the weaker tree
submitted and withered.

A strong wind attacked
and the winner stood tall
and alone,for the first time,
his friend was down and
there was nothing to cling to,
the wind walloped harder
and battered the pitiful tree.