The Still TreeA Poem by BlueShadowThe Still Tree The tree sits still Among the birds Waiting for the wind The wind comes and blows Breaking the silence And creating sound The tree sways back and forth And the birds run away Hoping that The tree will be still another day The sun falls And the moon rises The tree sits like a rock Another day begins With time flowing like a river The tree reaches out And absorbs sunlight And the squirrels come scurrying To the tree for food And shelter Here comes a little boy With a book And he reads out loud to himself Under the tree He finds refuge As the tree finds love in him © 2019 BlueShadow |
StatsAuthorBlueShadowGainesville, FLAboutThis account on this website is entirely dedicated to "BlueShadow", a free and online book that is hundreds of pages long and was a joy and wonder to write. I loved writing this book because.. more..Writing
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