A Little Poet's Tree

I like poetry.

I am not good,
I am not exceptional,
but I have this passion
to pull me through.
I smile to myself,
and say, oh,
A Poet's Tree,
as branches of words
and blossoms of truth
flow between lines
and glistening text.
Many years of feelings,
of love and pain and beauty,
put together sweetly in a little
fold of papers and tea,
called A Little Poet's Tree.