One Certain Tree

Colors of all colors.
Leaves of all leaves,
drop down from above.
Softly and passionately
it said, "please."
Flowing around the sky.
Seeing the vision up high.
A delicate nature.
Different running creatures.
Here stands this tree.
People that of the view like to see.
"Don't pass me.
Here I am, please.
View me! Save me! Love me! Pray for me!
I have to grow.
I have to live.
I have to be with others,
so I will give.
There's fruit to be eaten.
Things to be saved.
Hear my cry, my cry!
Then I will stay.
Don't ever forget me,"
said one certain tree.

by Cheri Odom

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' I think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree ' Nicely written Cheri...