Notes About The Poem
survival.
The Unyielding
In the forrest of people
I am the Chunky tree
with long roots.
I communicate under ground-
I have curves an
I lift my face
and my hands
to the heavens,
The surrounding
trees are
slim and beautiful
yet unwavering
Still I am not
eager to become
just another
tree in the woods.
I dance seductively
when the wind blows
I bow and bend
my bough proudly
I reverence the
gusty wind.
Submission is the
only survival I know.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
