"That Old Moaning Tree"

My poem, "That Old Moaning Tree," was recently published in my university's undergraduate literary magazine, Underground. I enjoy writing poetry. I write it for fun whenever I feel a whim, but I do not consider myself a "serious poet," if there were ever such a thing. I thought I'd post the poem here if any of you were curious. It's a bit of a dark poem, but my intention was to make it slightly humorous and slightly ironic. I felt inspired after reading "Cherry White" by Dorothy Parker.

That Old Moaning Tree

More than once I wondered how it would be

To tie myself in an old moaning tree

Where the dry leaves would shush

And the birds wouldn’t sing

Because they’d be too busy

Picking the eyes out of me.

More than once I wondered how it would be

To fly off a bridge through terrain serene

Where the wind would gush

And my eyes would water

Right before I hit the ground,

Where I’d become Earth’s slaughter.

Sometimes I’d wonder,

But it’s of no worth

Because soon enough

We’ll all be deep in the Earth

Where our corpses will wither

And nourish new trees

So another can wonder how it would be

To tie themselves in an old moaning tree.