“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

Enrobed in crimson
her verse
touched the skies,
and all around her
was a chorus
of butterflies…
In the bleakest
moment
when my sorrow
exhaled,
I stood in her shadow
and imbibed the details,
of her hallowed
presence
as her blossoms overflowed,
in songs of kindness
I was saved
by her prose…
©AllysoAlly2021
Beautiful poem and photo 😊
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Thank you, Sue. xxx
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Such an apt title and lovely poem, Ally. Something we can all sing and show…
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Thank you Iris. 🙂
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❤ A pleasure, Ally. 🌹
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Beautifully penned….and such a gorgeous tree.
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Thank you, Sandy..it definitely cheered me up. 🙂
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Indeed!
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