Forgotten

It was just there. It didn’t move,
it didn’t sway with the wind
or anything else.
It was just there. Branches extended out
as if reaching for something
but it had long since resigned itself to the fact that it was nothing
but a fossilized statue. No purpose other than taking up space while being an eyesore.
It was just there . . . standing in the middle of a desolate field. Doing absolutely nothing
other than casting an ominous shadow
across cracked and hardened soil;
it looked as useless as a man
who forgot to dream.

You could imagine it being filled
with leaves and life
in the middle of a vibrant field. Where the grass was greener
and hope was renewed on any given day.
You could imagine that with a little bit of tender care
each spring it would thrust its leaves and branches upward
and forward
as if reaching for the sky. You could imagine it had a purpose.
It wasn’t just there . . . it was there. The focal point of somewhere
or something;
that it offered shelter to new life as birds may have built their nest on its arms,
that it once shaded someone during the heat of summer.
Oh how beautiful it must have been.

And now . . . it’s just there. Its meaning long since lost
in the wilderness of nothing. Forgotten.

Very nice mig.

mig...

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Petrified,

Nice write