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Bluelighter
this is about my life.
i hope you understand and pls tell me what you think i appreciate all feedback
A seedling tree
Fresh, new and green
Expecting only goodness from the soil that surrounds it
Only warm golden ray smiles from the father sun
Only loving gentle touches from the mother rain
Life is good thinks the tree
Presuming, wanting, needing, believing LOVE
Soil is friended by other needs, other takers, other believers –
Soil is drained and restless
Sun cannot always smile, his workload so great
Sometimes, frequent, he burns - DEEP
Not intentionly so, but brown leaves and scarred patches prove it to be true
Rain - she favours the young tree with large wet drops of summer love
Rain - she pours, she freezes, she changes
The very thing nurtured is damaged in the rage
The young tree continues to grow
The color no longer so bright and new
The leaves show tinges of brown whither
Often standing proud against the rain, the sun, the pain
Often falling limp almost to the ground
Beliefs have changed
Where is the love?
The tree grows, the tree searches
Birds nest in the sheltering branches
Fauna live in and by the trees side
Fleeting moments of maybe
However, birds must fly
Fauna must live another day, another life
Big, strong, tall, proud, the tree stands
Yes, there are scars
There are signs of burning
Remembrence of rejection
But above all the tree stands high
Life is good thinks the tree
Marvelling at the strong supportive limbs
The tender graceful leaves
The trunk – the heart
Wondering at the efforts, the achievements, the staying power
The roots firmly intact
The tree has made it
Has done it
The tree feels love
LIFE IS GOOD
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i thought it was you i needed nevertheless i have learnt thru the pain i needed me
i hope you understand and pls tell me what you think i appreciate all feedback
A seedling tree
Fresh, new and green
Expecting only goodness from the soil that surrounds it
Only warm golden ray smiles from the father sun
Only loving gentle touches from the mother rain
Life is good thinks the tree
Presuming, wanting, needing, believing LOVE
Soil is friended by other needs, other takers, other believers –
Soil is drained and restless
Sun cannot always smile, his workload so great
Sometimes, frequent, he burns - DEEP
Not intentionly so, but brown leaves and scarred patches prove it to be true
Rain - she favours the young tree with large wet drops of summer love
Rain - she pours, she freezes, she changes
The very thing nurtured is damaged in the rage
The young tree continues to grow
The color no longer so bright and new
The leaves show tinges of brown whither
Often standing proud against the rain, the sun, the pain
Often falling limp almost to the ground
Beliefs have changed
Where is the love?
The tree grows, the tree searches
Birds nest in the sheltering branches
Fauna live in and by the trees side
Fleeting moments of maybe
However, birds must fly
Fauna must live another day, another life
Big, strong, tall, proud, the tree stands
Yes, there are scars
There are signs of burning
Remembrence of rejection
But above all the tree stands high
Life is good thinks the tree
Marvelling at the strong supportive limbs
The tender graceful leaves
The trunk – the heart
Wondering at the efforts, the achievements, the staying power
The roots firmly intact
The tree has made it
Has done it
The tree feels love
LIFE IS GOOD
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i thought it was you i needed nevertheless i have learnt thru the pain i needed me