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I am mighty and still I fall
A tree feel in the forest
I heard it
Saw it
Could feel its anger
Under my feet
Through my toes
And into my chest
It let go of its grasp
Crashing down
Those below unaware
Feel thy rath!
For I am mighty and
Still I fall.
No longer willing to care
Grounding no longer enough
The destruction
All that was left.
Dust in the air
A puff, an exhale
Laying down
for no one to weep
"Our greatest glory is not in
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall." - Confucius
So we're all trees. We're all going to fall sooner or later. Either naturally, or someone will cut us down.
Not a tree
This poem is not exactly about a tree. It's about a man who fell in love, fell hard when he didn't think it was possible. Alas the one he chose to fall in love with didn't hear him fall. I did hear the tree fall that day and it was a powerful thing riviting through my toes just as the poem says, I as witness even as my heart hurt that it wasn't I that was chosen.