Soul of trees
Autumn leaves
Falling down
Coloring both
The earth and the sky
When winter comes
Their stem and branches
stretch out
Like human arms and hands
In springtime
The flashy greens
Are framed
By a palette of flowers
And summertime?
A time of rest
Under its shades
And smiles
Hi Fleeky,
Oh, how I love trees, the older the better!
And, your poem speaks volumes.
Trees are one of nature’s way to help people in more ways than we could imagine.
The oxygen they produce through photosynthesis is vital to humanity’s existence.
We need to preserve them, indeed.
Blessings
Maxine
Thank you Maxine…
If trees could speak they would tell incredible stories…
our silent friends, waching over us in so many ways.
Have blessed day too
Fleek