Tree Deva Poem by (De Va)
Tree Deva
The sun slowly sinks into the sea,
I sit and watch it with glee,
My back against a great big tree.
The leaves are made of love
The branches house a dove.
The trunk is huge, sort of.
Inside, there lives a deva dressed in bark
She serenades me upon her harp.
Her soul is filled with quarks
And in her soul I rest my head,
Within her her heart, my soul is fed.
Next to this tree deva, my pain is shed.
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