There is a tree in my garden;
I can see it from my window.
I watch it sometimes.
And hope to see a bud,
Or perhaps a single leaf.
A single bird perching on a branch,
But there is nothing
-It Is dead-
Truly.
But how can something dead,
Be so beautiful?
October 2017 ( 17 years old)
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From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
