The Old Tree Pine

It's one of my Love Nature poems.

 

 

 

I used to walk in the woods near my home

Whenever I was free,

And once I came across an old,

Tall tree.

My favourite tree it became and I named it-

The Old Tree Pine.

It had a thick sturdy stem and leaves

Thin and fine.

I played under its shady boughs or

Just listened to a lark,

It was then I thought to etch some marks

Upon its mighty bark.

After a few months, when I returned

To the very place,

I was surprised to see- there was no mark-

They had all gone without a trace.

Then I wondered if it was like the wounds

In the soul of men,

Who nourish hatred and even

Frequently sin.

No, for their wounds never ever heal or if

All is left to fate,

They may heal but it then is generally

Too late.

However in those who can love, are kind and

Also brave and fine,

Their wounds are quick to heal- Just as in case of

The Old Tree Pine!!!

Author's Note

It is also one of my first poems. I like pine trees. D;

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