On A Tree Poem by Sean Foster

On A Tree



carved on a tree
record of weather past
one touch leaves whistle 'how long shall we last? '
you'll colour and change will you fall
to the earth again
more leaves will come about
carving deeper growing tall

Saturday, January 10, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: change,colour,leaves,tree,weather
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