Faerie Tree

In the new joy of spring

stands a tree.

Rough bark, slender branches.

She dances in the rain

and bathes in the sunlight.

Her heart is filled with the warmth of love,

with the hope of new dreams,

with the promise of kindness.

She stands on her tiptoes and reaches for the sky,

her trunk steady

and her roots strong.

Her branches waver in the breeze, 

flexible and resilient.

Her boughs are dotted with tiny gold and orange leaves,

fluttering in the wind

as if fairies were dancing at her fingertips.

She's young, novel, pristine,

and proudly flawed.

She has seen the harsh colds of winter,

the humid heat of summer.

Her body is covered in her scars,

her ridges and blisters and cuts.

There is not a place where she has been perfectly made,

where she is smooth and soft and sleek.

But that is why she is pure,

why she is herself.

Now it is spring.

The snow has melted,

the daunting hot rays of the sun in the far future,

for now the sun is warm and joyful.

The children are laughing,

the winds are singing,

the earth is settling.

And the faerie tree still stands tall.

Reviews

[ArtisticVisions]

"warmth of love...hope of new dreams...promise of kindness" This poem is filled with warmth and hope. I like the symbolism of the tree, and your writing always paints clear and beautiful images. Great job!

[SpiceCookie]

Thank you! This was actually inspired by a tree I saw in my neighborhood on the bus back from school. Also, did you win the poem contest thing?