Sonnet 183, Trees Of My Feelings Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Trees of my feelings are poems by me,
I can't as God, make a fruit bearing tree;
I hold in memories, moments I feel,
Sometimes in poems, they are all so real.
Trees in a forest are greenest of growth,
Mine are just thoughts, I equally love both;
Where seasons are extreme like where I'm from,
Trees show me when a summer is in bloom.
When leaves fade away and fall from its branch,
I know as you, it is summer's last chance;
The mountains and forests, fortress of earth,
Brace of our life and cradle of our birth.
Roots of a tree are like roots of our own:
Some are young in soil, others old and grown.