In my journey I came upon a tree
a noble oak , tis king of the green world
vast cosmic fortress of wisdom is he
a noble oak , tis king of the green world
vast cosmic fortress of wisdom is he
through
all
seasons he remains
a rare pearl
strong roots planted deep into the rich earth
branching out , needing space to freely breathe
blossoming spring buds, welcoming new birth
summer poets dream under a green wreathe
strong roots planted deep into the rich earth
branching out , needing space to freely breathe
blossoming spring buds, welcoming new birth
summer poets dream under a green wreathe
fall
leaves
, wearing
a crown of reddish
gold
in the cold winter snow , he bares his soul
carving words in his bark, stories untold
quenching hungry thirst as thunderstorms roll
visitors come and rest their weary feet
listening to his songs, catching each beat
in the cold winter snow , he bares his soul
carving words in his bark, stories untold
quenching hungry thirst as thunderstorms roll
visitors come and rest their weary feet
listening to his songs, catching each beat
sharing with Poets United..A Sonnet

