By: Mylinh Nguyen
I
think that I shall never see a flower
A
lovely flower that stays in full bloom
A
flower that grew out of the dirt ground.
A
tiny living soul from underneath.
Through summer and winter, the good and bad
It dances in the breeze, surrounding the
trees. Sweet smelling fragrances from thousands
of blooming blossoms. It smells like ruby
red in the summer. From reds, to yellows
and oranges too. So vibrant like the
sunset. So warm like
the desert.
From fields of daffodils, daisies and more
Each one an individual blossom,
Slowly opening revealing to the
world, petals by petals, stem by stem.
Blooming with colors of joy and laughter
They dance freely in the flirtious breeze,
Swaying back and forth, left and right, up down
It glistens in the sun’s rays. Flirting with
the bees and butterflies. Birds chirping in
glee. Skies so clear and blue, Spring has arrived
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet 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.
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