She stands firm,
Yet bends for the doves,
And sways for the breeze.
Nevertheless, she stands.
She observes everything
As she sits on the hill;
People laugh and smile,
And they dance to her tunes.
The doves call to her,
Build their nests on her arms.
But she doesn't mind
As long as she's not alone.
She embraces lovers
With her gentle willow arms.
And they leave her a gift,
Etched within her bark.
No matter how many times
People break her unopened gifts,
She is there forever
To prove that love did exist.
Author notes
I don't know. I was sitting outside and it was a beautiful day. Then I came across this contest and thought it was perfect.
A contest entry
- Options by drakostheron.
700 points, ended July 10, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This day was captured perfectly!
very nice sweetie!
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Merci beaucoup.
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