My Precious Tree Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin

From tree to children, both precious. Let me recall " Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, "

We have been hearing of cyclones and storms recently! Here you have painted the sad plight of an uprooted tree. It could also be the plight of someone dear to you, beaten down by the adversities of life as our friend Khairul has rightly put! Whatever it is, the poet feels sad over the bitter fate of the thrashed victim by powers beyond its/his/ her control....! A powerful composition!

Angry wind~ who is~ I do not know But the Precious Tree- it seems to me the poet or poetic feelings to universal humanity as the innocent part of nature~ The Angry wind~ for what ~ I do not know, but it bitterly devastated the roots of peace from the ground of earth~ oh! sometimes I feel here- it's the hypocrite mind of earth dwellers who unnaturally ruin the pleasant environment of the world! it's very difficult to understand for me

A well composed poem..... Truly magnificent and poetic.....5 stars *****

Nice imagery, use of metaphor and analogy.5 stars

Such a precious write....love to read it time and again....

Well expressed feeling about a tree that is precious for man and others.

Leaves were combed..........to loving mother.what a wonder full idea and comparison.

Superb piece.....thanks for sharing.

Leaves having done their job fall. They then do another job - making compost - new soil for new plants. Lovely poem, I love trees too.