*takes a deep breath* I don't have much experience writing poetry, so i'd love to hear what i'm doing right and/or wrong with the following poem. The title is one of those matchstick sentances from the writing activities forum meant to be a jumpstart for stories, and, well, I tried that, but I couldn't think of anything so I wrote a poem instead. I suppose it's about a very, very old tree.
The Tree Saw It All
From springs' first blossoms,
To winters' last chill,
From dawns' brightest light,
To nights' darkest hour,
The tree saw it all
From the birds' first call,
To the wolfs' last song,
From the first harvest moon,
To the last dying sunset,
The tree saw it all
From the first reckless fight,
To the last bloody battle,
From the first pale sunrise,
Through every age of this world,
The tree saw it all
