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The wind dancing softly by,
Under the artic blue sky,
The only sound to be heard,
is the trees dancing along with the wind.
Smaller trees,
Stand in the middle,
Being the centre piece, standing strong,
Starting as barren, colourless,
But slowly gaining life and colour
Small pink buds form,
Bringing colour to the tree, life
After a harsh, cold winter,
The pale pink brings a sense of warmth.
One by one,
The petals bloom out,
Showing the beauty of the flower,
As another season slowly blossoms in.
One by One,
Others follow that one blossom,
Creating a cloud of pink,
Atop of the small trees.
Little by Little,
Colour is regained,
As the blossoms bloom,
As life slowly starts to return again.
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Like Petals Under a Tree
Poetry"My thoughts fall and gather on a page, like that of petals under a tree." A collection of poems, of varying lengths and genres. Each poem has it's own theme, and the words string together to convey that theme and the meaning blooms. Cover designed...
