The Tree

Everything's unique in their own way.

I see a tree,

and I look at it strange.

It's oddly formed,

as if it's been changed.

This tree looks quite weird,

and I do know why.

How it's body is shaped,

the way it might die.

There are no leaves,

ever year round.

With it's faded color,

it might just fall down.

It's branches criss-cross,

in a special sort of way.

Like a jungle gym,

only for creatures to play.

Perhaps it's very old,

as there for a long time.

But used as a tree house,

under the bright sunshine.

It could be a fake,

but I think I am wrong.

I can hear the birds sing,

their amazing song.

But then I look again,

and try to think.

It's a beautiful tree,

one who's,unique.

Who could judge

this amazing tree?

For a matter of fact,

it was me.

I saw a tree,

and thought nothing more.

Now it's one,

I incredibly adore.

Reviews

[kidd x]

This is really wonderful, I like this alot!
Your metaphor is wonderful

This is so wonderful,

...i love the rhyme scheme and flow. I also love the depth of the write.

Awesome write!

[SheActsLikeSummer]

I love it. The whole poem seems to be a metaphor for something, at least, that's my interpretation. Almost like, never judge a book by it's cover, but not quite. Beautifully written, excellent job.