The Lime Tree
I always used to look outside my bedroom window,
At the old lime tree,
Solid and comforting, changing with the seasons,
Shedding your finery in the autumn chill,
Exposing your great soul that was the reason,
Spreading your blanket of golden and brown leaves,
You calmed my active mind,
When my spirit was broken by unknown thieves,
That plundered a young girl's psyche assunder,
Your presence of watching with care,
When the world seemed so unfair.
I lived in an imaginary place,
Where my dream's became real,
All part of my deal,
With God trying to grant me peace and love,
Unfolding from his holy kingdom above,
Wonderful evenings of listening to music,
Feeding my unfulfilled desire's,
I loved been in my bedroom, staying inside,
I could reach out and confide,
To famous pop stars,
That warmed my open, naive mind.
With my churning and jumbled up emotions,
Change was a fear out of my range,
Living was a picture I painted with freedom,
Creating a stunning landscape.
I would always pull across the darkened drapes,
Keeping me safe,
From an angry world that doesn't understand,
A young girl's wishes,
Of making my life rich with colours of many shades,
That I would never allow to fade.
I listened to the singers,
That quenched my emotional thirst,
Their words seemed to speak to me so clear,
With their good company so near,
Like the old lime tree a steady, constant influence,
In my turbulent teenage years,
That were congested with unexplainable fears,
Your presence uplifted me with your cheer,
Breaking down my very high fence,
Making my dreams become commom sense.
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