Best Song Tree Poems
The weeping willow is outside you see
Even though it is beautiful it wasn't meant to be,
Our willow is huge and hangs to the ground
When the wind blows you hear it all around,
It's beauty is timeless and very much alive
But, on a sad note it is not wanting to survive,
It will be sad to see an empty space
Till the new tree we plant that will take its place,
The weeping willow will definitely be gone
I am sure late at night you will hear its song,
Weeping and crying for all of us to hear
Because after all the roots are left that will shed its tears.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2010
I am seated under a tree that sings
With my guitar on hand over one knee
The tree is singing with me with glee
And I keep on strumming where my heart clings.
. a bird will still sing
placing faith in tomorrow
as the last tree falls
May 7, 2022
for Haiku Nature Poetry Contest
by Sotto Poet
Toast and marmalade for tea
Sailing ships upon the sea."
-Tin Tin, 1971
Goats and marmosets for tea
Snails and thrips and angry bees
You're more beautiful than me
With your tea served in the trees.
As the sun plays through the leaves
Chipmunks leap from limb to limb
Striving to be biscuit thieves
Fill your teacup to the brim.
Start mine with a bit of cream
Sip my tay, lean back, day dream
As the marmosets convey
With the chipmunks they would play.
It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence
A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty
It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed
many an event
through time
Time has passed by
but it remains
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?
In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song
to your ear
as they sang a song of thanks
to you
You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed
Today
they have all gone away
but you still remain
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?
O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes
Wind talks softly to me and the bees,
Hearing your words through the breeze.
I hear you in the pretty wind chimes,
Singing as you whisper many times.
Peace you bring in,
Each song you sing with a grin.
Rain or wind in the trees,
Softly you sing me to sleep with great ease.
Date Written: 7/13/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
"The Kitty and the Bunny" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Pop! Goes the
Weasel".
'Round and 'round the dogwood tree
Kitty chased the Easter Bunny,
'Til Bunny tossed an egg
That broke Kitty's leg;
And Kitty cried, "This game ain't fun-ny!".
Bonus activity: Give children some crayons and paper and have them turn this poem into a comic strip. Tell them you would use four boxes for your comic strip: one showing Kitty chasing the bunny, the next one showing the bunny tossing an egg, the next showing kitty holding his paw, and the last one showing tears streaming down Kitty's face. But, tell children they can use as few or as many boxes as they like for their comic strips and even change the storyline. The dogwood tree becomes an apple tree and bunny is seen pelting Kitty with apples. Perhaps squirrels join in the fight and start throwing acorns at Kitty.
Haiku Calendar
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)
snow and more snow falls
cold wind and more cold wind blows
all branches are bare
starving and weak birds
a chill grips before sunrise
fall from bare branches
warm afternoon wind
thin morning ice melts on pond
a song bird is heard
poppies hide in grass
drink from early morning showers
bees drink from open buds
warm ruffles new weeds
clover covers budding ground
crickets find their song
hawk hunts small rabbit
green hedges give good cover
blood drips on clover
sun waves off dark soil
flowers grow only in shade
bees hive drips sweet wax
in shade cow chews cud
waits for dark to find water
sleeps on top of mound
east winds pull cool rain
quinces bright hill flowers thirst
streams roar then fall quite
squirrel hides acorn
digs hole at foot of oak tree
barks at gray wet sky
leaf fall from elm tree
vacant bird nest are exposed
geese sound over head
deer move over trail
fawns loose baby spots and jump
graze on holly leafs
treetop canary
singing under cobalt skies ~
unseen midst green leaves
Canary
Syllable count checked with Howmanysyllables
Written on 8/14/2021
For: Songbird haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Dance of the Wood Sprites
One late night I was staying in the forest
when i heard what sounded like singing
fire crackling and bells ringing
I decided to see what it was
so I quietly climbed the hill
What I saw next gave me a chill
Wood sprites dancing merrily
in the full moonlight were they
about a knee high I would say
Curious I crawled to take a closer look
They were dressed all in leaves and fur
Must be dreaming i thought my head in a blur
Round and round the fire they went
carrying spears bows and such
others in trees numbering much
War dance ,celebration ,I could not say
noticing one that seemed to lead
from a tiny book he began to read
Chanting over and over again
Was it a song or was it a spell
words spoken over again I couldn't tell
Up from my belly I sprang
to turn and run away
The tree before me started to sway
The creature leaped and landed
right before my feet
another and another the song changed beats
Bows were drawn spears pointed too
Angry looks on their faces
up around me fire in blazes
Taken to the leader forced to my knees
he then spoke in some unknown tongue
I noticed a rope from a tree it hung
Slipped around my neck oh so tight
Hands bound and tightly tied
Free myself I couldn't over and again i tried
As the moon slipped slowly over the hill
the night darkened faded to black
I awoke at my site I was back
The sun now shown
what a beautiful day
All a dream I'd have to say
Packing my gear ready to leave
when i felt a tiny cut on my ear
Was it from a tiny wood sprite spear?
graceful dusk dancers
in step with the summer breeze
an evening soiree
fragrant bouncing blooms
along with green nighttime trees
undulate wildly
tall grasses quiver
birds dip while immersed in song
in firefly spotlights
To Learn the Secrets
Of the Trees, Just Listen to
The Birds' Chirping.
I hold a fire in my hand
And the flame is you,
In the forest
Where every tree is you,
Walking on the road
Each brick is you,
Under the starry sky
The lone moon is you,
Hearing the voices
Nightingale is you,
Among all ill in these woods
All the glee is you,
Yet when I look for your hand,
To hold with one without the flame
Everything around is you,
Except you.
Morning renewal, belong to me
Bring a fresh bouquet of song to me
Resound revival, a gong of glee
Pour like roaring waves, a throng of sea
Supply vigor of a strong brew tea
Bloom like fruiting spurs along a tree
Transformed by the One I long to see
3-18-2021
As a can trash full
I am all mixed up.
As flushed raw sewage
I am all mixed up.
As grit and concrete
I am all mixed up.
As boiled bouillabaisse
I am all mixed up.
As fall forest leaves
I am all mixed up.
As odd jellybeans
I am all mixed up.
As a bouquet blend
I am all mixed up.
How to stop this chant?
I am all mixed up...
1/21/2023