Treasure Island

Aisha Alansari

(May 12th 1999 / Qatar)

A Tree


Once, a leaf asked another..
''let's be friends, ''
other saw how happy they were,
how strong they were together,
so more flew..
from the ground and onto a big brown trunk,
years and years came by,
working together made them better,
how beautiful they became!
so many leaves I see,
with a peace of wood,
They formed an amazing plant called a tree.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A tree is how I drescribed FRIENDSHIP. how people work together, how their lives are better.Thanks to friends.

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  • Suman Kumar Das (10/28/2013 11:39:00 AM)

    Dear Aisha,

    i am new member. Thank you for such wonderful poem. Superb! God bless you.

    Regards,
    SUMAN (Report) Reply

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