On a cool spring evening, a small tree stood
On a busy street, few other trees near
On small slender branches, crumbly leaves curl
Struggling against the cool wind’s gentle breeze
Stuck in one place, the world moves around it.
Small birds dance and fly while big cars zoom by
The yellow buds on the tree were closed shut,
The yellow lamp posts slowly start to dim,
As the sun’s rays start to shine on the street,
Small Squirrels scurry from the tree’s crevice,
In search of small nuts hanging on branches,
By the tree stood yellow dandelions,
blooming out their small beautiful petals,
Now the small tree is busy as the street,
Hustling and bustling with exquisite life
- Author: JoshV123 ( Offline)
- Published: June 15th, 2023 20:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I thought a few words including beautiful sounded cliche and instead I chose alternative terms instead. For example, I used the word, exquisite as a word to describe a true being surrounded by animals, leaves, and dandelions despite being near a busy neighborhood.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
Comments1
wonderfully descriptive, thanks for sharing
and i so relate
finding that right word, can take a second
or a lifetime..
lol
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