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Title: Death of an Apple Tree
This was a challenge to find new talent, and oh my goodness, has it worked! (I'm too old for homework, but I enjoyed being called 'kid' :).
 
Death of an Apple Tree
by Jellz (who else would it be?)

I saw them coming
those tree fellers
Paddy, Mick and Sean
and they were packing steel

Paddy shook my trunk
until knocked unconscious
by the falling fruit
Mick rendered himself comatose
from slipping on the grounded mess

Sean, meanwhile, took to himself
the blade of glory, hacking at the trunk
…for revenge
I stood silent waiting for my proud moment

At the last swipe of his sword
Sean stood back to marvel at his handiwork
“Timber” he shouted
But it was too late.

Too tired to move after his strenuous labour
Sean tripped over the recumbent Mick and Paddy
And was crushed by my heavy load
“Ha Ha!” I cried, then promptly died

“Pride comes before a fall”
Oh fruit…why didn’t someone tell me that before….
 
all the red has fallen,
all the fruit decayed
you bleed monochrome
your flowers wilted and frayed.

what is left of my apple tree?

its branches touch the air
and it bows at its final exit.

it has left, but still rooted
 
In autumn I remember
the whisper of your lips
the taste of fresh november

For love of you I stood
beneath the oldest tree in the orchard
becoming wood

and felt the ages surging beneath my feet
and I knew the tree
had once been as I, young and sweet

become - for love - a thing
rooted and bearing,
waiting for spring.

Two trees in the apple orchard
the earth is empty, unsustaining
leaves struggle towards the sun.

We know, the tree and I,
that one of us must die.
But I am young and strong.

For you, I could wait three hundred years.

~

Golly. I even rhymed. That doesn't often happen.
 
Death of an Apple Tree

My arms lurch out of my shoulders,
my fruit hangs in my wooden palm.

And my leaves, green and warm.
I am lovely, and yes

yes, Earth says hello to me.
(and I am loved, and I am Earth).
And years creep by me,
feel them so slow and slow.

Wonder about memories,
rough hands,
soles of shoes walking my arms.
And years and years... makes me tired.

So tired, and tired.
As winter comes,
My heart is bitter like my dying apples.

And winter comes,
and snows...
feeling unlike anything.

I whither to sleep
and I am returned to the Earth.
(my mother, my roots, my everything).
 
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