The Trees Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

The Trees



'Alone I stand beside this tree
An old tree that I dreamed to be
And have loved since the olden days
With wish to touch and feel its ways

In silence I can hear the sound
Of brown leaves falling in the ground
Its branches shaking from the wind
And in sadness it grips my mind

Its tune was like the end of love
A heartbreak that I'm thinking of
And for the years that I have known
This tree still has a heart of stone

I transferred to another tree
This new tree blowing cheerfully
Where grass and flowers are nicer
And scents of love are in the air

Even if the moon is too far
But its light still guided me by
As it shines brightly in my sight
In the hush silence of this night

As to these trees both old and new
Who gave wisdom that I now knew
In choosing our life's preference
It can make all the difference.'

Monday, September 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 08 September 2014

An analogy....the young and the old symbolized as tree of course we are tree the leaves are dry and gold yet sad on the other hand young and new joyous...

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