Here I grow, a handsome fir tree
Standing upright within my wood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Where now I thrive for all to see,
Strobilus stemmed out of the bud;
Here I grow a handsome fir tree.
Today I prosper, living free,
As streaming sap spawns my lifeblood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Forever green and wild are we,
My friends and I'd age if we could;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
The gentle breeze may hear my plea
And listen to me as it should;
An innocent, then let me be.
So, man is come to sever me,
To rob me of my livelihood;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree ~
An innocent, then let me be.
- Author: ASJ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 13th, 2020 14:08
- Comment from author about the poem: An 8, 8, 8, (8) Villanelle.
- Category: Nature
- Views: 38
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