Are you coming to the tree?
We could have a picnic there,
Just you and me.
Imagination, it formed our monsters,
The giggles cease there,
Fear it fosters.
Are you coming to the tree?
A couple people were lost in the woods out there,
Maybe 2 or 3
Only the children know the ancient tree’s whisper
The story of how the man
Almost kissed her.
Are you coming to the tree?
Throw sand at the base,
And wish for a gold key.
The man was a monster, a poison apple;
The people hunted him,
‘Fore they went to the chapel
Are you coming to our tree?
We called it
The Wishing Tree.
Tis such a perfect name,
But not for you,
It’s for the dream once maimed.
“The tree tis but a story
So friends, don’t you worry.”
The fire crackles orange and bright.
As you lay your head down,
To sleep through the night…
You hear a whisper…
Are you coming to the tree?....
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryRandom poetry by me, sorry if it's bad. I might post a couple poems by other people.
