Tree Thoughts

Poetry is a tree

And it makes us see,

Sitting under its shade

We see memories being made.

Experience and Expression

Act as some magic potion,

Soothing our heart

Curing the hurt.

We heal

We feel

We try

We fly

Nigh

High

In the Sky;

We know I, me, my,

And Love's sigh

And Life's why,

And we die,

And we cry,

We are born

To be airborne,

The flight of imagination,

To talk and tell all about emotion.