Black Firs

Personally, one of the most beautiful things in nature is when tall green firs look almost black against an evening sky. So naturally, I wrote it into a poem a couple years ago.

During the day, the thing that’s been seen,

Is the sharp, pointy fir with its beautiful green.

It laughs at the little children who play,

Who sing their songs with the firs all day.

It sighs as the wind brushes its mane,

And gazes at the grey sky while it drinks in the rain,

When the world is illuminated by the sun,

It laughs and watches the children have fun.

It sings lullabies, soft and sweet,

And hears the last of the children’s pattering feet,

It continues singing until the children are gone,

It whispers until it sees the dawn.

Finally, when day becomes night,

And the children have sleepily turned off their lights,

The firs stand tall, their green appears black,

Looking forward to tomorrow, when the children come back.

Reviews

[CriticalPinapple]

I would edit the second stanza, second line to match in syllables. Probably:
And gazes at the sky while it drinks its rain,

SO GOOD THO. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

[Yusra Arub]

Definitely; that makes sense. Thank you so much for your feedback!

[CriticalPinapple]

What are pineapples for?