My Twin Sister

My twin sister is tall and strong,

short and weak,

rough and sleek,

 

Sometimes bare and sometimes not,

showing what she's always been

thick and thin.

 

She's dainty and muscular,

 I really can't muster,

 

Her shadow stands fiercomely in the morn

and hides in fear at a nighttime storm.

 

She is me but not at all,

I am short and she is tall,

 

There's no one who ever knew,

That we are not one but two.

 

She is pink and brown and green,

but what does this really mean.

 

Sheltering me from the wind and icy rain,

as I tend to her cherries every spring,

 

Her seed sprouted when I was born,

She is my twin in one way or form,

 

She showed me light through her branches,

and her pink petals drifted around me,

 

Without her I don't know what I'd do.

If she withered away,

then I'd die too,

 

 

I swear this to you.

Author's Note

This poem is about a tree in case you didn't catch that. This tree sprouted the day I was born in my Grandma's backyard. Ever since I could understand that I called that tree my twin sister because we were born together and I love her more than anything. She is a cherry tree too so shes really pretty. I actually got the idea to write this and show how much I appreciate her because my Grandma cut off some of her branches and it upset me pretty bad. It may seem stupid but to me it's very important so please respect the tree!!! ^^

Reviews

[Shelby Baker]

Beautiful!
I love the words you have chosen for your writing and the flow.
Theres emotion in these word.
Now the only question is did you mean ' fiercely' when you wrote 'fiercomely '?

[The Water Queen]

This is a beautifully put together poem. I love your ryhming and flow.