The plum tree and the boy

amethyste

In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»

  • Author: amethyste (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2025 16:07
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  • sorenbarrett

    I sense a metaphor in this poem. Maybe more than one. The one that I get is that beauty is admired by many, most afraid to disturb the beauty stand at a distance and look, it takes innocence to reach out and touch it. It may well be that beauty today will fall tomorrow and give fruit which too will fall with age. A most lovely story

    • amethyste

      Thank you for reading it. Love and hugs.



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