A Tree


A Poem by a 12 years old Californian boy

For a tree will call but is not​ so…

That tree blooms in the moon to glow

For when it falls all come to dance in snow

Never once it came to slow to show

This tree has a mind that comes and goes slow…

One can not cut it but defines it so

For you know it will die for its crows

You know it falls when you hear the blow

For when that one moment comes time goes slow

That tree comes back but never in the same way

And the air goes to where it does not flow

For the tree has all you for it knows…

For when it grows back all come do say yay!

For this tree comes back from under our little toes

by Eddie Menchaca | ©Humanwrites 2017


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