The Yarn

An old yarn lies in the woods

At the base of a tree,

Colors faded over time,

Protecting that tree.

Nature ignores the thread.

As leaves crowd it out,

The yarn still lies there

And circles its base.

Alone, without a face,

The world tried to erase

This yarn of fate.

It still lies in the woods.

Sections: For School, Free Verse, Nature, Poetry, Stubborn