When Trees Go To Sleep

Bella Shepard

When trees go to sleep and their leaves turn to gold

There’s a magical story about to unfold

 

For deep in the forest tiny creatures prepare

To color their leaves with the greatest of care

 

Their palettes are covered with more than just gold

And the colors they choose are a sight to behold

 

The orange and red, the pink and the yellow

The colors they blend are so lovely and mellow

 

These sweet little creatures watch over the trees

And dress them for autumn, for each tree to please

 

They scamper so fast with persistence and ease

And the rustling they make you’ll mistake for the breeze

 

And when they are done the trees heave a sigh

And bowing their heads know that winter is nigh

 

For this grand array of color will last

But briefly as do their dreams of the past

 

Then these tiny creatures bid a fond goodnight

And retire for winter filled with joy and delight

 

Now the trees are alone as winter draws near

And it’s time to shed leaves and all they hold dear

 

The trees become dormant, their leaves become brittle

And the wind comes along to help them a little

 

A shower of leaves like a shower of snow

Will fall to the earth as a blanket below

 

They’ve now settled in for those long winter dreams

Of dew drops and warmth from the suns radiant beams

 

All through the winter they sleep in sheer bliss

Awaiting the arrival of that first gentle kiss

 

The first hint of spring will gently shake

Those ethereal creatures to now be awake

 

They stretch and they yawn, their slumber was sweet

But there’s work to be done and a job to complete

 

To waken the trees from their long winter nap

So they light on each bough with a kiss and a tap

 

“O beautiful trees” their voices do sing

“It’s time to wake up to such wonderful things”

 

Their chorus swells as the trees come awake

A concert of spring for all to partake

 

 

Tiny buds will begin to appear overnight

And unfold into leaves to our wondering delight

 

The creatures join hands and dance ‘round each tree

They skip and they hop with such unbridled glee

 

For the trees are their friends and it’s time that we see

That the trees are the best friends to you and to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2022 16:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Autumn is my favorite season, and I admit I'm a tree hugger. What I especially love is walking through that glorious display of color each year. So this is my whimsical homage to the trees I love.
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 36
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Rainbow

    Really beautiful lovely poem full of very nice imagery

    • Bella Shepard

      Thank you for the kind words.

    • Desertwind

      The poem is very nice , I like it .

    • Paul Bell

      Yes, the trees sure do a great job for mankind. Always wanted to meet a tree hugger.

      • Bella Shepard

        Thank you. I don't think I've ever met a tree that I didn't want to hug. Sometimes that can get you into trouble.

        • Paul Bell

          I suppose if the tree is in someone's garden, then there might be issues. lol

        • spilleronsheet

          A wonderful poetry
          Justifying the beautiful nature with a wonderful imagery

          • Bella Shepard

            Thank you, I appreciate your kind words.

          • rew4er2nail

            Instantaneously, I experience affinity to your ebullient energizing magical way with words, and would feel flattered if a regular exchange, (albeit courtesy flow of electrons) could allow, enable and provide an acquaintanceship to manifest.

            🙂 Friendship akin to meth hid den Magic crystalline beauty

            ah, how me heart doth alight
            at ability to share
            electronic cheerful byte
            analogous how snowfall
            etches n sketches silhouettes
            once dusk shed daylight
            spurring this summer e poetic flight
            akin to frozen precipitation
            sculpted in natural
            bas relief ascension
            from horizon to heavenly height
            albedo effect from
            glistening snow light
            though downy soft,
            n chess tan ordinary knight

            wintry skittering
            carpet exudes might
            sans luminescence
            transforming night
            effacing terrestrial
            and human blemish and/or plight
            mother nature quite
            adept to a right
            human imprint into blinding sight
            from pure flakes
            of incandescent white
            so enjoy this moment
            and regale each sight
            celestial vault intimates might
            aboot five feet ten inches in height
            envying those who know
            how to meld words
            with power to delight.

            • Bella Shepard

              I would enjoy exchanges in which we can partake of that veritable smorgasbord of delights. Namely words, and the limitless way in which we can use them. Thank You, Bella Shepard

            • sorenbarrett

              A wonderful description of the tree cycle. Anthropomorphized in such a gentle and peaceful way. A beautiful picture.

              • Bella Shepard

                Thank you so much for your kind words.

              • Neville



                Had my visit been more timely, I would probably not be here right now ..
                On reflection though, this is one of those rare occasions, when I am more than happy to be here at all ..

                Better late than never eh' and boy, do I like fall .................... Neville

                • Bella Shepard

                  Dearest Neville, Your beautiful heart and soul always touch my sensibility in such a meaningful way. I'm so sorry I was absent from the site while you were in Ukraine, and have only caught up now. It means so much that I have found such wonderful and caring friends with whom to share thoughts and feelings. God bless you always my friend.

                  • Neville



                    .......................... sentiment reciprocated my Friend 🙂

                  • L. B. Mek

                    i too am a tree lover, dear Poet
                    have also penned a few tributes
                    for those wrinkled conduits
                    to wisdom
                    and serenity's art of stillness
                    thank you!
                    and yeah Autumn is a season
                    for healing and hoping
                    'And when they are done the trees heave a sigh
                    And bowing their heads know that winter is nigh

                    For this grand array of color will last
                    But briefly as do their dreams of the past

                    Then these tiny creatures bid a fond goodnight
                    And retire for winter filled with joy and delight'

                    • Bella Shepard

                      Thank you dearest friend for sharing the love of trees with with me, I always look forward to your comments. Autumn is my very favorite season, and walking in that beautiful world, sheer bliss. Hug a tree for me!



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