Chionh Zhe Wen

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Maple Trees - Poem by Chionh Zhe Wen

Looking out of the window,
At the maple tree in the winter,
I ask myself why something so old,
Is such a believer?

Maple leaves fall with snow,
But never gets buried in,
So I questioned why something so cold,
Never falls to anything?

When winter ends,
The maple leaves and snow disappears,
So I wondered why something that weakly stands,
Does not have fears?

But when maple trees are bare,
And they still survive,
I just stare,
At the lessons of life.


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  • john tiong chunghoo (8/7/2005 1:06:00 AM)

    i smell a poet in the making. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 6, 2005



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