Petals fall as the wind caresses the branches,
Metals are melted as the flame welcomes the fire.
Day turns to night, and night turns to light
By the wishing tree's great power and might.
The wishing tree holds many wishes within its wonderful globes.
One touch, one breath, and it's yours with an oath.
A girl walks to the wishing tree, her feet bare, dress thread and string, with tousled hair.
Her small hands are burned and blackened,
She reaches for the wishing tree.
Her arms are too short, and she begins to cry, saying, "how can this be?"
The wishing tree softens at her tears, stretches out a branch, and the cries turn to cheers.
Before the girl leaves, she must promise an oath,
Her trembling hands clutching the globe, will she keep both?
Petals fall and take a turn, ends browning,
Metals stop melting, and screeching sounds are abounding.
Day turns to night, and night turns to gray,
And the people tell of a girl, they say.
A girl of blackened hands and grey eyes,
That had to say her goodbyes.
Short arms, small hands, grey eyes, bright smile, turn cold...
She had to stay with the wishing tree for awhile.
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The Splendid Confusion of Reading Poetry
PoetryWhat is more fun then sitting down, and enjoying a good book of poetry? Well your in luck! This book contains some recent works of my own making. Feel free to interpret the underlying message, and the confusing words that go along with it!
