Dying Ent

My dear old love,
My heart
is dying.

Your love kept me,
Long alive and my leaves
Spring after Spring grew.

Winters I endured,
For your scent in Spring and Summer
By Wind brought to me.

No birds nor trees there are,
In my forest anymore
Wind comes here no more.

Men took the forest,
The Wind
I started dying.

How sad I am,
My love
I can't feel you anymore.

Fall is coming,
No place
In that one is for me.

Your dear old love,
His heart
Is dying.

Too long I did not feel the Wind.

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So, since Ellen caught my 3000 th view, she asked me for a poem about one of her pictures. So I thought of this. Instead writing only a poem, I made another picture that will be linked with hers [link] by the poem of an ent couple.

(hmm... I guess, that means this picture is for Ellen, and so is the poem)





Texture over picture
Forest
Beard [link]
Hair
Wooden texture and
basis man