The tall tree standing beneath the blue,
Favours the little bird's that crow and coo,
The tall tree standing atop the brawny earth,
Giving us brisky air since its birth,
The tall tree that comes to me hither,
The tall tree that doesn't go thither,
The tall tree standing among us all,
Teaching the pios to persue peace, but not to fail and fall,
The very tall tree that stands so high,
Who wants rain instead of terrible raid and death,
The one that lays helpless above the brawny ground,
Wailing and waiting for a healing bound,
Today the tall tree no more stands,
The rain pours down in abundance over the clear lands,
Beneath the blue now the yellow flowers stand,
Fragile and frail, together they join hand in hand,
Says to the flower, the fumbling little bird's that crow and coo,
"There was once a tree that stood and shone beneath the never-ending blu
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Wingless Dreams
شِعر|A poetry book | #1 in poemcollection _________________________________________________________________ "WHEN dreams don't ride the chariot to your wonderland, When hope tastes bland, And your tears start flowing like endless water streams, All y...
