Senses awakening with the smell of timber
It's sweet and fragrant
Its source, trees
Standing individual and proud
Their trunks, with battle scars
Like those of an old war veteran
Are strong and mighty
The colour of raw earth
The roots, a strong foundation
Very thick and broad
Worn from the many years
Supporting
Their branches
Stretching in the morning sun
Uncurling from their night time slumber
Tickled by the sun
Their leaves, a giant canopy of silhouettes
Framing the solemn sky
As clouds creep over the painting
Rain trickling down
There's another smell
It's cool and calm
There are shrubs
They are much smaller than the trees
They're crawling up
Hungry for attention
Their flimsy branches reaching out
Desperate for acknowledgement
They look up to the trees
Who are comfortable on their own
Whereas the shrubs need others praise
There's a subtle saltiness in the air
It's the moss
Just a parasite hitching a ride on the rocks
Who just want to roll with the wind
Who just want to be
They are static but important
They ground the whole forest
But the moss just doesn't let go
Then the flowers peek out, the smallest of them all
They are quiet
Silent beauties
Forgotten
I was inspired by the Australian forest to write this poem. I wanted to write it about the social structure of high school. The trees represent the people who are confident, know who they are, and might be popular. The shrubs represent the people who try so hard to be cool or popular, almost too hard. The moss represents the people who cling onto other people. The rocks are neutral people who are just themselves. The flowers are the people who are special and just don't stand out because they are not confident or shy. Just because I wrote this poem to portray these ideas it doesn't mean that what ever the poem meant to you is wrong.
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The Fabric of the Forest
שיריםOne of the favourite poems that I have written. At the end, there is a paragraph talking about what the poem means to me and what I was trying to portray. That doesn't mean that what it means to you isn't right, it's just my opinion.