Tree

Standing proud,
Standing tall,
Standing in a soft brown cushion-
Waving blissfully
To the passersby...
Reaching up to stroke the moon,
Emerald dishes thrown,
Emerald buds form...
Echoes and whispering,
Worshipping the surrounds-
Supportive hugs to the morning choir singers
Who sing of the morning,
Rest
And then take flight...
The gentle caress of the morning breeze.


So this is my newest poem "Tree" --- it's a bit more poem-ish if you know what I mean ! :) Haha, it's very... distant and secretive. Almost confusing, well, or not - so comment on it please !