Don’t mind if I blush
In red maple shades
As you fumble for words
To honour my grace
Roots entwined deeper
Than sorrow in hearts
Arms that reach taller
Than dreams you impart
My beauty eludes me
But still you admire
Remember, my love
When you’re feeding the fire
Abhra at dVerse Poet’s Pub inspired us to bring trees to life. This was my response to the prompt.
Related post: https://mishunderstood.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/tree-killers/
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