Poems: The Trees Fall

As I run threw the night
And towards the trees,
I hope that there
Thinking of me.
From The hill,
To the trees,
To the great mountain side,
I hope that in life I will still try.
I always fit in,
Never outcast,
I keep on running,
till I hear a blast.
The trees fall down,
one by one,
Until finally,
It is done.
I must plant more,
start new life,
But never again,
Will I run away strife.