Tree's of ragged beauty start to grow
Started as a tiny bird seed
Fallen from the old wooden feeder
Watered by the rainstorms of Spring
A little sprout pops out of the moist ground
Like a baby being born
It grows with a smile in it's core
Getting older, it creates layers
It's core hides under each year
Older now, it doesn't look like the beauty it once had
People look at it in disgust
Thinking there's no use for the old tree
They are wrong
Then a baby comes by
Feels its true nature
Gives it a hug
The old tree cry's out of joy
Tears fall down to the roots
Sulking up a new life
The old tree gives the new life the shade it needs
The sun shines giving it light
A sprout shoots out of the ground
Starts developing with bliss
The old tree still smiling inside
Dies happily knowing there is still beauty underneath his ragged bark
The old tree falls down and gives the new tree more light
The cycle repeats itself
Poetry from a kid in a rough time in his life, has bi-polar and writes to help himself out.
Popular Posts
-
What happens when you get caught Everyone you’ve fought Don’t want anyone to know Any part of your show Especially those deep, dark secrets...
-
10/22/08= Tangled Up In Blue Half of a family size bottle of Tylenol, next, two prescriptions of Trazedone. Listening to Bob Dyl...
-
I’m intimidated by you critics All of you in your own clicks Question, where do I fit I don’t know, I always complicate it ...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment