The tree
My grandfather planted a tree
Gave it water and sunshine
But did not remember the lullaby
The leaves fell to the ground
And the tree died
My father planted a tree
Gave it water and sunshine
But did not remember the lullaby
The leaves fell to the ground
And the tree died
I planted a tree
Gave it water and sunshine
Sat under its branches
And sang a lullaby
I will nourish you with love
I will nourish you with my soul
I will protect you from the wind
Hear me stars above
I am somebody tonight
I am the tree’s friend
Then fell asleep
When I awoke
The tree was still alive
- Author: juliette72 ( Offline)
- Published: June 5th, 2024 00:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments2
Beautiful Write! Juliette, can compare this to life.❤️😊
Thank you for your comment. It makes me so happy to know my words touch people
I appreciate your kind words about my poem
Stunning
With a song like quality
Could almost hear a tune
Looking forward to reading more from you
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