Sweet is the water that falls from its leaves
As it collects in the small, little pond
After the refreshing rain at night
When the clouds part to reveal a swollen, golden dawn
Most of the low branches are weak and thin
But the ones I climb on strong and sturdy
Because they're closer to the heart, the root
Those same branches protect the root, the heart
The branches reached down to the root in the pond
Covering the ground with mint green blankets
Caressing the nectar water with soft ripples
With each gentle breeze; rustling leaves
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My third favorite tree next to cherry and maple.
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Midnight Writings
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
