My tree will know it all
the tree of my childhood
with the endless branches
and the many whispers
My tree remembers
the girl with the wind in her hair
the girl with the crazy laughter
the girl with the fear of living
the girl I used to be
before
In my tree
everything I want to be
will be
In my tree
I can see the world
but no one can see me
My tree remembers me
the girl I used to be
before
Beautifully written i have read it six times and am smitten lol Chris
This poem is a photosynthesis delight... sugar, sweetness and light.. thank you... One Peace at a Time, Deana
The girl with the wind in her hair............! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! beautiful one...the childhood memory is just soothing breeze of evening touching the hair...most reveling. great work.well penned
The tree that carries the memory stored in nature's diary remembers you too. One with nature we will be, if only we choose to become. The depth of the expression is clearly laid.
Sigh....just simply stunning. Another diamond poetess.
Poignant, a little sad, made me think about the girl I used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories bring out great thoughts. Well penned.