was a strolling through the heartlands
and you are in the foliage
Woodlands
When I thought of the woodlands
there are the trees never pining
Death shall never come to the maples
and the peonies never foresting
the burr oak brought such sorrow
Tomorrows
Much I marveled the thorn less butterfly bushes
Take thy grassland from out my heartfelt kisses
Woodlands
Tomorrows
Embracing much I marveled those grassy cypress trees
My mind always strays to hedgerows also surrounding me
I saw the forests by the grave
All those host of nest those insects they enslave
Well behaved
and the prairie never soiling
As the arboreal barberry bushes bowling
The woodland wetland waiting
An echo murmured back the word, 'rain-forest!'
Tomorrows
Woodlands
2/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
Categories:
foresting, analogy, appreciation, environment, rainforest,
Form: Free verse
Rooted on fertile soil
My stance challenged by life's storm
Only my leave and fruit are spoiled
As my bark bites back at the wind like nothing
I wonder would I have survived it as a sampling
Floods worry me before resting
Then I remember that my family created foresting
Now soul is uplifted as I bask in the sun
My heritage goes deep
Nature is where my roots run
Sometimes mountain are steep
Who said my life is fun?
It took my year for me to be me
These are my thoughts as a tree.
Categories:
foresting, family, nature, self,
Form: Prose