My Dying Tree

My love becomes a fickled tree,

dying from a lonely disease.

Changing from a colorful grow,

to the darkness of the roots below.

A bird will not nest in this branch,

the loneliness consumes at first chance.

There aren't leaves to fall to the ground,

only bare branches to be found.

Life of this tree disease will take,

when the core has had it's final break.

Written By George Lynch

Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.