to 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
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
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.