Here is a tree
talking with its leaves
whispering in the breeze
it has a voice
makes a sound into the world
whilst there’s a umbrella quietly sitting by its side
without a voice
without a sound
without someone holding it up
the trees whispering
the umbrellas without words
and there isn’t any rain falling
she wishes for someone to come along
to still hold her up
allowed a walk
as they walk
the trees whispering with its leaves
and if only for a moment
she wishes to talk
to make a sound of her own
and an umbrella is meant to be held up
but sometimes she wishes for someone to take her on the walk in sun
Maybe it’s good that umbrellas by the tree
as maybe someone may walk her way
and take her on a walk
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Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A wonderful metaphor of loneliness and communication. Nicely done
Thankyou very much 🙂
You are most welcome
Caring Dove, this is tender and beautifully written. The tree whispering, the umbrella longing for someone to take her on a walk in the sun...it’s whimsical and deeply human all at once. Lovely work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thankyou for your kind thoughtful comment ))) appreciate that .
I liked writing this poem so it is nice that it was enjoyed
The words that trees could speak to us would be wonderful Yellow Rose.
Andy
Yes , Thankyou 🙂
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