Beautiful Tree Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Tree Beautiful poems written by international poets.
Beautiful tree leaf
Multi-colored rain droplets
Illuminated
woods above my house
surround beautiful grown tree
a great place for shade
as i sit and write
tree listens to my thoughts
and shakes in delight
In do revelance
I stand a test
small in stature
beautifully am i
virtuel I prominent the sky
tall in the spirit
arms and hands raise highest
I praise Elohim high
Flourish and colorful
Beautiful and bound
I stand I am
a tree
8/26/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
the falling leaves drift
gold, red dancing in the wind
ending in decay . . .
love to listen to the birds
and walk the forest fading
Love forests and all within- like the stream,
the trees, and every pretty sight,
midwinter days seem,
to me a wonderful delight,
both an awesome adventure and a dream.
I enjoy when the fragile snowflakes pour,
it makes the forest gay,
at night or day,
I always leave wanting to stay some more.
The next morn' I am back to walk the path,
and listen to the songbirds sing,
watch ducks have a bath,
see a cardinal flash his red wing,
the black crows seem to be on the warpath.
Calm water is a mirror reflection,
fallen snow is pearl white,
quite a beautiful sight,
and the courage of nature is my obsession.
"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys"
Bible, Song of Solomon 2:1
I call her Rose.
She came from Sharon,
A region in the land of Israel.
She's a Rose of Sharon tree.
You might have one of your own.
Anyway, Rose was a gift from a friend.
We planted her in our back yard and for
A couple of years, we watched her grow
And produce some beautiful blossoms.
Sadly we sold the property and moved away.
It's been more than four years now, and I am
Sure that Rose has spread her limbs and is
Now displaying some breath-taking roses.
We miss our Rose. The short While we spent
Together made us happy and proud. She was
An important part of our tree family We are
Happy for Rose's new family who must be
Enjoying her as much as we did.
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I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then, in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
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Words don’t fall from trees
Like leaves in Autumn do
Instead, words are deeply embedded in each leaf
And the trunk and branches, just to say a few.
Words left unsaid resonates in a frequency
Unbeknownst except for those that hear the clue.
Words don’t fall from trees
But, are heard from a selected few
Listening for a word or two as birch wood branches shake off a leaf or two.
Hearing trees call ruffles birds out of their nests
Under the heavenly canopy of which binds us, so true!
Trees communicating under the sky shaded blue
Rest assure one day you will hear them too!
Lavender wisteria spills
of hundred blooms, God's tokens sprawl
like ringlets crowned where fields stand tall
Lavender wisteria spills
adorned in silk...how I recall
a lush brocade new morn refills--
Lavender wisteria spills
of hundred blooms, God's tokens sprawl !
Once, upon a wooden bench beside a quiet pond,
me and dad sat talking beneath a weeping willow tree;
his hand found mine- Oh, we had such a strong bond,
we watched ducks floating, drifting- graceful and free.
a
single,
beautiful,
clear, golden note
starts a symphony,
and a fresh, new Spring bud
becomes a pretty flower.
an acorn grows into an oak,
just as a young lad once made a life.
but that's only half of the story.
even an oak's limbs one day dry,
and a blossom's petals drop.
when the music's over,
the glory lingers
as an old lad
wistfully
shuffles
out.
If I stand still long enough
Like a poet tree green tough
As does wind will you blow
Away my sins inspire hope
Will you tell me teal truth
How beautiful I am in youth
And when my trunk gets thick
Will you still love and care for it
Will you stand when I can’t bend
As a tree lacking flexible limb and
Will you still stay by my side
When winter comes chilling night
When I’m old and devoid of leaves
Will you still have love for me
The Vesper Step
I found a gem inside the wood,
A ruby heart of shining light.
I knew that it was very good,
To guide me through the dark of night.
I held it close to hear the rhythm beat,
A sound that made my life feel so complete.
It whispered words of love into my ear,
And told me I had nothing left to fear.
But now the object burns into my palm,
It steals the lifeblood from my face,
Destroying all the calm,
Without a trace,
Gone.
"A poet can make words dance across the paper, like butterflies dancing across the pretty flowers."
Is new life awaking after winter?
New green leaves are blossoming from the branches,
Spring will be showing off her new beauty.
Pretty butterflies are tucked beneath the many branches,
hiding them in the new green leaves everywhere.
Colorful butterflies of all sizes are appearing,
dressed in their finest colorful angelic wings.
I am watching the beautiful butterflies,
as they dance delicately from flower to flower.
Oh how I wish I could go dancing with them,
in this cool Spring breeze from flower to flower.
For now I will sit and watch them dance away.