Eric the Tree of nobody

In a very secluded room,
we see eric that was once abandon by the wars.
From the war we see how his life seed and blossom into a tree and cut by enemy of the forest. From these branches made them tables, from the leaves, brewed some tea.
Under his shelter is the shadow that forms shapes of sizes,
Beneath with roots gave warmth to critters,

Eric has left the world of hate, abandon by human faith.
His thoughts grew into a crystal gem,
translucent reflects memory when moon ray shines through
vibrates the gem, echo the unheard voices,
like most of his kind, dwells deep in earth you'll find

Should he have gone to fight
would he be better to hide
Eric would tell if he'd only know
his body lies, beneath the snow that blankets the blood
this coming Christmas, the festives of joy,
we would forget, how this soldier have fought

Decomposing slowly betweens his fellow
his purpose in life begin to glow
all these while he was fed, taught and shaped,
to feel, to touch, to see and smell
that one day, reasons be gone,
lifes have gone to sow the earth as compose


~Wyatt JamesII, 1957- 2003~
Iraq War Veteran