Cristina Delos Santos

A Tree To Me - Poem by Cristina Delos Santos

A Tree to Me
Once there was tree
It looks so strange to me
Wondering how it become a tree
A small sprout from a seed in my hand
Now, it's bigger than me.

Unfortunately, tree stood alone
Grows without heart and soul
No friend, no companion
But still stand strong
For you to help on

A tree is a friend to me
That set you free from calamity
From floods and erosion you are free
As you rest under the tree,
Think how lucky you are with a tree.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 25, 2012

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