Ending Of A Life:

As the tree was brought up,
In the existence of the days,
It yearned for a greater fruit,
One that could win many plays,

Wavering in the dear wind,
Blossoming into a fearful bud,
Becoming more and more,
Like the grass and it's lonesome dud.

As the wind saw it's majestic foe,
Glistening in the moonlight,
It held out it's warming hands,
Becoming the only destroyer's polite,

The tree accepted it's fate,
Awakening to a chiming bell,
How it yearned for such noise,
That all could tell.

They all did tell,
Of it's fateful demise,
It's final goodbye's,
And it's well timed rise,

As it glistened in the morning sun,
It saw a new beginning,
With it's newly acquainted friend,
And a break from that relentless inning.