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Poem: Trees In The Springtime Bliss

Posted by pixie33 from Cardiff - Published on 04/02/2014 at 10:31
1 comments » - Tagged as Creative Writing, Environment

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The sunrises in the springtime bliss,
Flowers decide to play.
Then there in the field where all can see,
Are those long bony fingers breaking though the Earth.

They race each other to grab the sphere of life,
Not stopping for breath,
As the snake-like vines strangle their necks,
No mercy being spared.

Perfectly formed leaves bloom and laugh,
A field of colours so strange yet calming.
Then all changes so suddenly,
As the sun retires and the moon takes it place.

The field is shadowed, the flowers turn to hush,
As the fingers change their form.
They are no longer sweet, or calming or brave,
But dull, and mysterious and suddenly cold.

As you stumble through the field so suddenly dark,
You trip on those cheeky roots as they kick your heels,
You fall to the ground, the soil mocking you,
You come face to face with that ferocious beast.

The hat now faded to black and grey,
As eyes poke through watching your moves,
The wisdom of their hoot that follows you round,
Alerts you that you're not alone.

Then night dies to dust and day wakes Earth,
That beast now tame and calm again.
You can see the desperation, the hope, the wonder,
As you notice they are your life.

So embrace there ways and different forms,
They are alive like us so don't be fooled.
They give us breath and a life to live,
So live every breath as if it's your last.

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