Burst the Dormant Bud

Tree and it is lovely

For too long, this stoic tree stood barren
Longing for twigs of green to fill each bough
Deeply digging, with all her strength, into the earth
She begged the Sun to sprout each bud he had endowed
The soft Spring rain drenched her skin and quenched her thirst
And so she danced, when came the breeze, to show esteem
Toward the Sun, the gentle rains and Mother Earth
For she now wears the finest gowns of forest green

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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