Hideout

I love trees. That's why I wrote this

Cool and comforted

I sit beside my tree

I hold a pen and paper

Then write a poem,a song or a short story

 

He never talks behind my back

Judge or criticize me

Isn't that the way

A best friend should be ?

 

Whenever I cry 

The wind that blows dries my tears

No hugs or words

Nothing more but feelings

 

That was the important thing

To learn to listen

Not nag and nag

Just simply listen

 

That's what I love about my tree

Never has he shared my secrets

Never has he failed me

He loves me because I'm me  

Author's Note

Go on and just tell me what's wrong.Or right?Haha

Reviews

[Rhayne Riel]

Nothing's wrong...I love trees too, they've been my best friends...^^

[J]

what a tree really.well done though

[AllyKinzz:)]

The last paragraph, the whole last one, maybe delete that one, and its would flow alot better. the words and trasition is good. in all i liked it. :D

[apocalypse]

Makes you smile.. everything's right about this one ..:)

[Holly]

Cute, I had a love affair with a Maple Tree in my front yard years ago, there was no one else who I thought cared at that time. Very good write!

[~A.J.P.~]

Very nice. Nature has a way of soothing the soul.

[Jenny Nelson]

I think this is an astute observation and a clever write! Tells what a good friend should be. Nice job.

[Coyote Poetry]

Nothing is wrong with your poem. I had to read it a few times to understand. I like the twist and how you brought us into the understanding of being outside with the wind. Always there and not judging.
Coyote