Best Visionarytree Poems
In a basin of jewelled bronze
The leaves lay
Many colours
Of many shades
To become a tapestry
Trees never die
They are forever made
A soft wind blew
Gentle on the leaves
The Queen took them
Kissed them too
Made many
Threads spun
Magical weaves
The trees have begun
Upon the cloth
A mighty tree grew
In shades of green
Of soft leaf
Texture of bark
Of branches, seen
The trunk grew strong and tall
Of threads spun
Texture of bark
I can hear its’ heart
The first of many
The trees have begun
Branches reached out to play
Touching the sky
The joy
To see how it grew
Everyday
The leaves from the basin
Of jewelled bronze
Carried by the summer queen
With a soft kiss….
One by one
They were blown onto the tapestry
The leaves multiplied
Faeries darted back and forth
Sewed each one
Of threads spun
Woven magic
The tree has begun
The heart of the tree
Could be heard
Very softly sighing
The first of many
Upon a tapestry
Where leaves were laid
Branches reached out
Touching the sky
That a Queen made
To a castle door
Leaves were left
Memories of suns
and seasons
For trees never die
Of threads spun
Woven magic
The trees have begun
A young tree stands amongst weather
Strapped down with only a small piece of wood and leather
It’s been beaten down by wind and rain
It’s been left alone to cry in shame
Left aside in a harshest environment
Its bark is almost torn off
The tree is pitched toward a sloping trough
No one fertilized it before the winter
Soon it may look like a giant splinter
But the young tree still stands up tall
He’s fighting through a mighty snow squall
The salt from the road has left him weak
It looks like things for him, are pretty bleak
The years wined by and the tree still stands
With a sad spirit and a wounded bands
It tells a story of the years of pain
And all the damage it disdained
He stands today with a slight pitch to one side
It’s the love of God that’s kept him alive