Once upon a time
In a lonely dream
“Pardon me good sir,”
A boy once said to a magic tree,
“But do you happen to know the time?
I must get home immediately,
And it’s getting awfully late,”
Said the boy to the magic tree.
The tree remained silent
As trees often do
And after a while he told the boy,
“I cannot tell you. “
The tree told the boy,
“My branches don’t reach
High enough for me
To tell the time to you.”
The boy scratched his head
And pondered for a while
Then talked to the tree
Once more with a smile,
“Even if your branches reached
To the top of the sky and back,
You still wouldn’t be able to tell me
The time.” While the sky was turning black.
With that he left the magic tree
Stretching his branches up
Trying so hard to twist himself
He left the tree standing there
To try to see what the sky was like
And with a mighty crack
The tree fell over and saw the sky
And the sky was looking back.
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Anonymous Poems
PoetryAnd by "anonymous" I mean a collection of seemingly unrelated poetry gathered in one place. These are all written by me. Vote if you like it; comment if you have a request. If it just brought you clarity or a peace of mind and you want to say thanks...
