..Sometimes I feel like a tree...
Sometimes I feel like a tree,others upon me, look with glee.
That big solid oak,
that pleasures in the rainy soak.
The hard impenetrable teak,
I stand tall, among others weak.
Full and vivacious,perhaps a cypress,
Nature my Mother,the Sun my mistress.
But sometimes the baobab, without a leaf,
in moments so lonely and full of grief.
Sometimes i feel like a branch,
Spreading, if only to let others perch.
Parting upwards, as if to make ways,
for a great canopy, to welcome the rays.
Accomodating those that live in hive,
the buzz, the chirp...my songs at five.
I reach to all, erect and tall,
touching every soul,detesting a fall.
And for the flower so free...
that around me brings the bee.
And for the rain on my skin..
that makes my leaf so green.
To the sun that bathes me hot,
All else, I'd rather be not...
I enjoy being a tree.
Poetry by in'kwa
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 12:14
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