Grain

In the morning I awoke,

To hear the robins sing with glee,

Sitting high up in a branch,

Upon the throne of ancient trees;

The oldest beings of this world,

Just like them, I wish to be.

This young life she has her grain,

I know I have much more to see,

Unsatisfied until my brain,

Bears its rings just like the trees.

Reviews

[Vian]

Powerful. I like the idea of visible improvement. When I'm gone, I wonder what it would be like if they could open me up and know the things I did, how much I lived and grew. Even more, I've always wanted to be a tree! However, I thought that "How I wish Like them to be" is a very awkward-y line. I'm sure with a little work you can have it rhyme 'be' and get your point across(Does that sound mean? Sorry.) I liked it. Thank you for writing.

[Kenaz]

I thank you for pointing that out. You will find that my English is rather archaic or backwards in a lot of my work. Here though I believe I will change it.

[Peyton]

Beautiful, great metaphor. "Upon the throne of ancient trees" - After reading this line I don't think I will see a bird in a tree the same way ever again :)

This is so beautiful my friend, to feel, every tiny little bit of the morning bliss, each tweet or singing bird, next to your window where you wake up... Robins are beautiful, I shall share you soon some pics, I took of them... :) So simple, plain, and back to basics, back to earth, back to rooted trees, you love to sit on...

Lovely work, as always, what can I say more? you rock your well spelled quill :)

Smiling,

- Elisa

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice images. Good one............

[Kenaz]

Thanks, Richochet