Trees

If trees could talk

what would they say?

Sitting high on the hill,

with views of the bay

 

Old and wise

generations have passed by

branches stretching out

towards the sky

 

Wind pushes and pulls

the tree every which way

here we stand and marvel

at the tree every day.

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At Peace

Little flower in the field

you sit alongside crosses

visited daily by bees

enjoying the sunshine

and the shade from the trees

 

Guarding those around you

providing life and beauty

admired by many

bringing peace to those

who visit their loved ones

with comfort of a prose

 

Under the beating sun

with a splash of colour

you cheer one up

they leave their memories

in their heart

till their next visit

flower and the bereaved part.