It's almost triteto write as I please
...a simple poem
and you won't be inundated
with enormous words that
cause you to seek
a meaning about the thought
I'm trying to speak
There's a simple meaning to this prose
Nothing too complicated - you won't have to 'suppose
Just notice what words rhyme with 'trees'
think of how they capture
that marvelous 'breeze'
Thinkg of the chill - and we all feel the
'freeze'
and we think something's 'wrong'
when the wind blows so strong
Yet the trees stand tall
with no complaint at all
People cut them down - that's make me frown
because the birds build their nests
to give the trees a seasonal
crown
People use the wood to fence their chickens and goats
We build wooden houses; we build wooden boats
We carve them into totems - we turn them into poles
We treat them often cruely; as if they had no 'souls'
But I love to sprawl beneath a beautiful Willow
I like the tall grass beneath me - it is my pillow
I look at the stars as they peer through the trees
I love the rustling sounds; it puts my mind at ease
I find my peacefulness - among the trees.
