Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

A tree stands softly on the green grass

A tree stands softly on the green grass
quiet in the spring
smiling with the beautiful birds
she stands in shades of wise tender strength with the cushions of comfort smiling by her side

soft green ways and hugs of lighthearted tunes talk to her
without the greys of the pavement sighing around her bark

standing grass sings in refreshing loving ways
a smiling place of tenderness living by her side
loving her allowing her to be the tender tree she is without expecting her to change
resting and smiling by her side
green cushions allowing her to be everything she is

a tree stands in spring loved by the green tender tunes
so grateful that the grey sighs of pavements are living gladly inches away

  • Author: Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2022 03:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    It occurs to me today that i form shape based pictures from your poetry. The shapes are of felt material on a felt background of green grasses and blue skies. Today the picture is happy and well defined.

  • L. B. Mek

    I love trees, so
    I connected with this poem
    sometime, life's
    just that straightforward..
    thank you! dear poet

  • Fay Slimm.

    A feeling of quiet comes over in this tribute to trees that need a tender place to grow in - - a lovely read my friend.

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      Thankyou Fay 🙂 yes , they need a tender place . And I think we all need to be loved in that way .. unconditionally . I was thinking this poem could also be about romance and love .. the grass like a soft feeling accepting and loving her just the way she is

      Really appreciate your comment

    • orchidee

      I loved that tree.... until it fell down on me shed! lol.

    • Saxon Crow

      A lovely piece of still poetry VB. I enjoyed reading it very much

    • Goldfinch60

      If only trees could talk they would tell us many things Violet.


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