|12-18-2010, 10:29 AM||#1|
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Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: Melbourne, Australia
Attempt at poetry, The Tree.
A sunlit field of great green grass,
A time of tranquility has come to pass,
The sun on my back, the wind at my feet,
Feeling there is no foe I could not defeat.
Time comes; time goes,
Animals come in great droves.
The earth cracks, the grass dies away,
Animals leave, at least for today.
The heavens open up and unleash a deluge,
Leftover critters need to find a refuge.
Dirt to mud, mud to grass
A time of tranquility has come to pass.
And still I stand on my field of bliss,
I great tree on a hill, impossible to miss
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