Poetry

This was my first poem, but I didn't really like it.

The branches stretch high into the sky

Round green leaves sway in the breeze

The sun casts a shadow on few, yet shines gloriously on others

As the seasons roll by she will lose her strength

Her walnuts will drop, and her leaves will fall

The tree will be a tree no longer

Only wood

Only a stump and branches

The sun did not reach it in time

As more seasons pass by the sun will provide the tree with strength

She will prosper and bring forth her fruition

And thus is our tree

While I was writing yesterday I got a fabulous idea and this is it:

“Pa,” the little boy asked, “where are you going?” Their hands clasped

“I’m going, they’ve called, but I’ll be back before the leaves fall”

“I’ll be home again someday,” cried the father as he walked away

The boy will wait and wait, day by day.  He watches as leaves fall away

He’ll be back before the leaves fall.

The winter chill, is here again, but now we only go uphill

Spring flowers grow, the boy dying to say hello

The summer’s here, fall’s finally near

The little boy looked outside, and much to his surprise

Dad was back before the leaves fell.  


Tell me what you think!!! And be honest :D

xoxo-kaelin