In my backyard, there are two plums trees facing towards each other and creating a shady arch. Today, I sat in between them and wrote this poem; dedicated to the Plummy Trees.
Plummy Tree
The glowing tree
Stares down at me
With a caring look
In its plummy eyes
With one slight roar
They're on the floor
But the blossomed fruit
Is revived.
In the spiteful wind
The world it spinned
But the tree, right here,
Did not budge.
So long, they say,
We'll see you soon,
But the tree just waves
Beneath the moon.
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