The bird sings
It is not easy
to reach the surface
to find words,
in the sea of thoughts.
If I have to be a tree,
to be the vital part of your earth,
* Changed ‘life’ to ‘earth’. Relevant that way.
I love Trees poem by Joyce Kilmer. Hear this:
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.