Martas poems for Sunday, November 10, 2013

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Old tree...

Old tree...old like me Your branches reach up as far as I can see as if they were trying to the blue sky reach. Sitting early morning under you I can feel life awaking... I watch your flowers open as they are touched by the breeze and delight when the soft light that filters though your leaves, as the sun rises up to the world greet, turns into rainbows as it reflects on the dew which the dawn has gifted you with Those who make of you their home serenade you with songs so sweet while I... I just... Sign in to see full entry.

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