Trees a glowing a beauty is true
Stretching long it's length it grew.
Whispers tick it's cycling life
Till greatly rumbling voices snipe.
Clatter shakes the whole of man,
Grumbling souls across the land.
The blackness, pause, give a snap,
So ears may find their jolted trap.
One so noble; speedy, stillness.
Branches cross the bouffant flatness.
A tiny soul, eager, queer
Amidst the storm, she may appear.
Her eyes and heart alight the hunt
Bracing at its great forefront.
Great white cracks boast forth defiance
Threatening all who make alliance.
Pure her soul and full of brave.
Today make not her own grave.
Sharpened fire strikes at aim,
Splintering 'cross a mind of sane.
Power engulfs the soul of life,
Lessening the burden in her strifes.
Shocked the girl from crown to sole,
Yet strong her willful soul.
So high the clouds as hunger goes,
Sky trees help the night to glow.
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Poetic Life
PoetryThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
