Trees Made
The trees
I say the making of land was slow.
Suddenly they appeared,
Appeared as they were,
Appeared as they are.
They were made green
I say the making of land was slow.
They were made to hold lives
They were made to go wild.
Made to live
And made to breath
Out of curiosity.
One, two and trees are important
Stronger than winds
They can defeat natural disasters.
The giver of shadow,
The retriever of oxygen.
I never thought about something
I can talk about, but only trees.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday
They are there
Thursday and Friday, they release
Fruits of life.
Saturday and Sunday, I am done!
Olivia Thembi D'writer
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Poetry