Monday, May 05, 2008

Gallant Tree

Oh friendly tree I love thy breeze
more than you’ll ever know
but I can’t bend with supple ease
like thee when tempests blow;
contentment courses through thy veins
yet someday thou will leave
and here beside thy bare remains
will end my short reprieve.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

;)

Noah The Great said...

Wonderful!

ozymandiaz said...

an ode to an ode...
had to say it.
don't know why
anyhow
fun read

rch said...

hope I'm not barking up the wrong tree :D