Friend of a Tree
Recently I wrote a series of poems about a tree I watched outside the window throughout the changing of seasons from summer to autumn to winter. After reading back through these works, I decided I wanted to share them. The tree has become a friend for me, something neutral in my life that greets me every morning and is present when I end the day. I hope that these poems potentially help you find a friend in nature, or another source. Yellow Hello, yellow leaves greeted me Sun peeking shyly through to see My eyes, with morn entering, blink I dance inside, orange dawn in sync Meanwhile those leaves they giggled As veiny hands a light breeze tickled Still in spotlight of warm mother sun My motionless morning dance continues on Autumn Tree Blazing flames noiselessly roar Yet branches embracing them Burn not Fail to be engulfed Remain solidly reaching out Never raining upon the earth In hopeless shower of ash. Fiery red radiating Shades breathtaking Crackle not, yet intensity Stoppin