Against the wall you grow.
To see what you were, took slow.
A tree, threatened to be felled.
In protest, to save you, I yelled.
So, everyday I've watched you.
Gave you water, talked to you, too.
Your emptiness reminded me of, well, me.
And I thought 'If I were a tree,
what is it I will be? '
I thought 'What fruit shall I carry,
what tree shall the world see? '
Then, that one glorious day,
after four years have passed away,
I went to sit under my tree,
and saw, after all this time,
you are a mulberry!
I love this, it such a tree that you care with full of love...the way you water the words on this poem sounds so organic hahahaha....the tree just crawl in my mind and it refreshing some though and belt some tears...nice write and you remind me some memories...like your writing, it special :) _Unwritten Soul
Jacqui, you have a wonderful way of expressing.. I loved this poem... You what? ? It reminded me of my childhood.. There was this tree, I used sit in its shade for hours thinking the tree might be feeling alone.. Lovely :)
Yup! Yup! Jacqui's talent and Mulberry grows hand in hand. This shows promising poetess is honing her skills to become a classic one! and saw, after all this time, you are a mulberry! May in life you got shocks by WHALE SHARK with big bark in the dark while one sky lark harked by see it and put mark on the tree that Jacqui is good! take my smiles many of them only for you, I am your.... I am getting flowers for you..... :) :) :) :) :) :)
Like it. A great poem, i love weeping willows. I think they are beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a love of trees myself. Lovely.