Today I will be sharing with you a poem I wrote when inspired by a tree I saw when out walking, it looked like it had arms and a head……
Anyway, that’s what I have for you here today.
I hope you like it!
arms woven from twisted limbs,
towering over the forest,
leaves fashioned into a warped smile.
The millennia pass by like the flutter of a butterfly’s wing,
while the tree stays,
unaffected by the affairs of the world,
a marble floating in the vast darkness.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it
“A sanctuary, a mine of treasure, a house of maps to secret lives in secret worlds…the library became my other world.” -Joy Cowley