Below is some poetry that I wrote a while back. Please do not copy or watermark it as your own; I take a lot of time in writing and it means a lot to me.
The Great Oak Tree
The great oak tree,
She hangs above us.
Leafy armed,
Woodenly robust.
Squeaky sapling
She didn’t start so large;
Almost didn’t make it,
Her life has been hard.
Beaten by wind,
Rain, sun and falling stars
Laughing with children.
Watching passing cars.
The daisies that grow
Smile softly in the breeze,
Enjoying her company,
Swaying at her knees.
Rome wasn’t built in a day
But quickly it burned down.
Our lives can’t be perfect,
And sometimes we look like clowns.
But like the great oak tree
We must keep on living,
Keep learning,
Keep giving.
The second you give up
You invite fire inside;
You’ll burn down like Rome-
Run, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Don’t let it inside you,
The doubt that creeps in,
Don’t let fear take hold.
Or you’ll burn from within.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
♡, Shortie
