Comments about Marie Tully
They come in all sizes
Shapes and forms.
Oblong, Square, round, hart shaped.
They bring pleasure, surprise, happiness, sadness at times.
Some are plane some are pretty, dressed up with ribbons and bows.
We delight in these objects, we open with joy.
They once where tall trees, in a forest of there own,
Their home sourouned by sky.
Now we disregard them, we toss them aside,
We have no moor need for the box it is empty,
A tree has just died.