The Tree Poem by Phil Soar
The Tree
I find it very hard to see
Why I grew up to be a tree
I grow my leaves and then they fall
I don't know why they grow at all
I'm home to insects bugs and lice
They eat my bark, which isn't nice
I'm older than the oldest man
I spread my branches where I can
But seldom have I felt at ease
For I have caught Dutch Elm disease
Yet every year I have new buds
And love my life within the woods
A tree speaks thru poetry. Wonderful poem, loved it and felt all its greenery. Love good poetry and trees. Thank you.
What the tree feels about its existence very nicely written.
I spread my branches where I can...nice line. It brings comfort to those who need..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 3:44:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeas one human being should follow a tree. Tree is the secret of greengage and oxygen both. Tree is key of sustaining of life. Very beautifully written.