Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Tree Hugger

Stop toying around my tree
The leaves are falling
Can't you see

You are free to jump in them
Imagine them as your oyster
You little foster

I am not your mother
Nor father or brother
Leave my tree, don't bother

Play hopscotch with the leaves
Around my delicate tree
Flee from my pet peeve

My tree is beautiful
It is my dutiful tree
It must stay fruitful

Stop hanging on my tree

I'm not sure how this poem came about. I thought about trees and kids playing with them. I know some people are close to their trees. These are not just called Tree Huggers either.

I hope you enjoy!

No comments:

Post a Comment