gone today
what are the eyes
looking at
I am a tree with
nothing to say
come lower your ear
there are chaos screams
and chit chatter of
scandalous teens
the times are quite
too quick
things are not what
I thought
Just tinker tat
of bugs spat
the sky knows that
I'm still a tree
Standing, watching
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I like it. It flows nicely, and oddly enough, I can relate...
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Well..I'm glad. This was one of those, random, very random moments I've had. Appreciate your comment:)
Cool. Trees have no choice but to be content.
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Thats soo true!
I like how this can be interpreted as here I am without the window dressing. Like the barren tree in this poem. It may not have the wow factor but I am rooted in what is important and my beauty sustains life. Nicely done.
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Well thank you so much for your thoughts on this one AS, I know this is one of my random moments:)
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A poem that is one of my favourites today.
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Aw, really?..wow, I'm glad you like this one...one of my random moments. I tried to write something in 5 minutes! I'm surprised it got well received! Thank you!!
A wonderfully written poem. Well done! What tree would you be? I think I'd like to be a wise oak, but I'm more like a willow, blowing in the breeze. Once again, Well Done leesah!
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Hmmm, what tree..I would be a sequoia so I could look over everything. Thank you for the kind comment! Happy easter!
The weeping willow eventually dies under it's own weight, thats what i thought I'd do once, but now I stand tall like the redwood i am.
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Redwoods are big strong trees...good choice!
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