A grown up tree
Filled with wrinkles,
Dried braches,
Wilted flowers,
Left alone
As an useless dirt.
The days of delight
When it had a lovely sight,
Filled with fragrant flowers,
Flying birds,
Running squirrels,
As it is a dwelling place...
When it grew old
Left out lonely,
With no care,
With no love,
Rain can drench
Its bare skin,
Living alone with empty strength.
Silence filled the entire world,
Aged tree longing for love
In its verge of death
Left out lonely,
No one to hear it's sadness.
Wrinkles covers the entire skin,
New hunch grew on it's back,
Trembling feet
Makes it weary
Years of loneliness,
Left out a sore salty liquid...
No chirping sounds,
It was abandoned by its child,
Days of delight was filled with sounds,
Days of sorrows filled with silence,
Yet there is no one to take care.
Poor tree waiting for its child,
Who cherished love and delight..
Trembling roots with no fruits,
Waiting for its grown up child
Dreaming the days of merry
In an abandoned OLD AGE HOME.
( cruel reality)
1/7/2020
THE TREE COULDN'T FLY
This lonely desolate tree wanted to fly
The southern wind told this strange tree
Go up high with the branches and try
Catch the sun, free you would be.
The tree didn’t move up an inch
Couldn’t snap the shackled roots
The sun glided away out of its reach
Told it to catch the star that shoots.
The tree didn’t move an inch higher
Couldn’t make branches go up on their own
In the jeweled sky to hold the shooting star
That told it to catch crimson clouds at dawn.
The tree didn’t move an inch sideway
Couldn’t send in gale the string of leaves far
Beyond the horizon the clouds drifted away
Told it to catch the birds flying in the air.
The tree didn’t move an inch in the wind
Couldn’t make a trap with tattering twig
Birds built nest on bent braches they’d find
Told the quirky tree roots make it stand big.
July 5, 2018
Light lights the darkness
And in turn the darkness darkens the light
A battle rages on
Seemingly never to stop
Who will rule the time?
For darkness rules the night
And light fights through the day
No! Light rules both night and day
Aha! Look at the moon- its light but shines in the night
It shines through the rays of tender hearts
With the wind whispering destruction
As trees and braches shake off
Paying witness to our lost intellect
You seek warmth in the solace of the wild
And find excitement in our lost wisdom
The moon and the stars shine
Leading us to our desolation
Clear paths lead us
Down the sweet sour pavement
Woman of Worth
At the base of Oakwood hills
Lies an enchanting meadow
Of sheer delight to the senses
Hidden in a luscious valley
Lavender trumpets line the path
Mingled with voluptuous buttercups
Large greenery announce their beauty
With giant leaves velvety to the touch
Fallen trees serve as a trellis for vines
Bursting with wisteria blooms of blue
Smiling faces of daisies beckon you into
The meadow by a small cool running stream
Where a glorious weeping willow provides shade
An old tree stump remains beneath her for a seat
Jasmine permeates the air as a fine wine satisfies
The pallet; in her braches hangs a honey pot sweet
Monarchs enjoy the botanical nectar joyously
As morning birds sing to the grace of the day
While the newness of fresh morning kisses of dew
Prove that on this day, Nature is a woman of worth
Carole Cookie Arnold
Snow fell in dollops, in kite like laziness
too wet to stay white except in the margins.
The contrary air kisses each flake
melting each heart of ice.
Bittersweet the temperature falls.
Teardrops cling to greedy braches
reminiscent of hand stitched jewels
on a queen's gown.
The matted margin of lingering grass
crisps like spun sugar
snow flakes on the lash of night.
Within the branches of the willow
Hiding in this secret place
Years of solitude has brought me here
And dreams of peace filled skies.
More into a daylight trance
In meaningful reminiscence
Happenings of love filled life
Ending to engage the solitude.
Recreating in volumes
Every moment of beauty past
Hovering in the clouds, mindful things
Inters the world of yesterday.
Dreams become in reality
Inner thoughts rewound
Never to allow departure
Genuine in all that will remain.
Bellows of laughter gain residence
Engulfing the sorrowful trill
Necessities to believe in nothingness
Ever, forever lasting in me.
And the willow surrounds
The braches hiding me from the world outside
Here is a lonely place indeed
Though the willow comforts me.
Harmony fills in vivid colors
Evergreen everlasting
Where dreams regain new life
Into another entrance of beauty.
Longevity of life takes precedence
Love intertwines the thought
Overture leads the way
Where solitude begins again.
The whispering trees
Remembered the time
Of the coming of the wraiths
Before the ice king
Shivering
The related
How trees died
Trees mutilated
Poison filled the air
Fear and dread
For a wraith could turn
Every living thing
Black, twisted and dead
The whispering trees
Remember the time
When tall trees
Fell
Trying to protect a castle
From the stinking hell
With the wraiths
Came fire
Trees, burst in to flame
Branches, burning
Fires, rising higher
Trees
Stripped bare
Blackened
A castle in sight
So little time to prepare
The burning
Of the trees
For the wraiths
The battle turning
So many trees fell
The despair
For trees
Braches dying
Could not stop
This hell
Shrieks of pain
As trees split asunder
Shattered trees
Shouts and groans
Trees, desperate for rain
Pulled under
The whispering trees
Passed the legend on
Of a heartstone
Of a battle , won
Fresh trees grew
Grievous wounds healed
For magic made them stronger too