From A Tree’s Point of View, a Monday poem.
People pass me by without a second glance,
No one likes the ugly tree with no leaves.
My branches extend out in every which way,
Getting tangled within each other.
I look still on the outside,
Yet inside, water and nutrients course through my tissues.
I stand in wait, until the season comes,
When my arms are no longer bare and the fresh, green leaves can hide away my hideous outsides.
Polk City, IA
“No one likes the ugly tree with no leaves.” Love that.
January 12, 2015 at 7:51 pm
Hello Elen 🙂 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂
January 13, 2015 at 9:46 pm
Hello, Nigel. 😀
January 14, 2015 at 6:47 pm
Great to have you back blogging, Nigel.
The lovely old tree sure has a nice view of the Irish landscape. A bench for his friend, too!
January 14, 2015 at 1:55 am