The Trees

about trees

The trees now blowing blast wind

Their limbs held down for joy

The boughs are bending half way

as foliage comes to toy

Their bark is moistened that way

as pollen comes to land

And poise now gathered greatly

is stocks come out to gland

That hope has gathered lately;

when beauty comes to fan

When rising branches stately

improve the life of man

Author's Note

about trees

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Wonderfully poetic about nature and her value to us as human beings. This was an enjoyable read. Thank you Trevor for sharing your art.

[Trevor McLeod]

Much thanks Carlos. I tried to make man parallel to a trees growth. Thanks for you kind words. Trevor