Cherry Wood Poem by Brioney Leon

Tree – beautiful cherry tree
Oh, if you could speak to me
Tell me your stories of days gone by

You who feels all
and remains unmoved

When I was a child
I climbed your branches
grandfather limbs outstretched
holding me up like an offering
to the sky

Under a canopy of leaves,
every shade of green reflected
sunlight through cellophane
Where soft breezes kissed my cheeks
I found my quiet sanctuary
and dreamed

In the summer time
you carry me to my youth
so far away
abandoned

still swinging on a wooden swing
bound with rope to you

Magnificent, majestic, ancient
Cherry tree – I revere you!
I remember your strength

I am a tree hugger
enjoying with delight
the rich, ripe, fruits of your labour

All is gone now
But you still stand tall

Hold your ground
I hope they never cut you down