It always bows down to me
Just to give me shade
I wish it could come to tea
To taste the cakes I made
Why is it in the danger?
Of the axe and the saw
It is not a stranger
With it's many a sandy paw
The tree bear pretty flowers
Of whom there are many lovers
I wish it would come to tea
Just the tree and me!
very imaginative and beautifull poem....established new reletion with tree
This is an excellent tree-poem! ! What a lovely portrait you paint of your tree..beautifully done-Pia
Ya, I find a common theme. That was a nice poem. Good job...
This poem is excellent Risha! Funny and sad at the same time Very good! with love Pia
beautiful...i enjoyed it...hope everone has a feeling like this, how much of the nature could be saved and atmosphere be kept clean.... thnx lill princess
I enjoyed reading this wonderful poem. It was really nice, and when I read it, I felt I was next to the tree having tea.
A very beautiful idea, Risha. I'm sure the tree would love your cakes and give you some extra shade the next time you sit under its branches. Thanks for making me smile on a grey day. Magda
A tree for tea, well bless me there is a Novelty sounds a bit barking to me... Risha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could feel myself climbing its swaying branches with the wind blowing my hair. Urban sprawl is the evel demon that remover such fun companions.