Tree Poetry!
by james bezerra
So these rhymes will be just too easy:
If you were a tree,
what kind would you be?
Me?
I know what I’d be!
I would be a giant willow tree.
My reedy branches would hang long and weepy
and people would lounge in the shade of me.
When the weather gets summery
lovers would sit below me
and share a day quite lovely.
When the weather turns wintery
I would be lonely.
People would look at me solemnly
while I stand there sullenly.
But such is life, to sometimes be lonely.
Especially if you’re a tree.
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