Under the Tree

Meet me by the maple tree,
where time stands still,
and birds fly free,
right past the hill,
beyond the stream.
sunshine instills,
magical dreams.

Sit beneath the maple tree,
watch the wind sail
and wait for me,
absorb details,
paint what you see,
create a tale,
of what will be.

Listen to the maple tree,
hear sound advice,
resolve deep needs,
words so precise,
they plant a seed,
so warm and nice,
consume and feed.

Relax with the maple tree,
let it provide,
wise energy,
enjoy the ride,
hold synergy,
leave it to guide,

– Grace Y. estevez – Reddy

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  1. Such beautiful imagery…that you’ve painted under the maple tree…my eyebrows are almost touching the top of my forehead…translation – I’m sitting in awe this very moment βœ¨β€οΈπŸ’«

  2. I am feeling like I should go and spend one of my weekends near a maple tree soon. A great imagery you create here with your magical and splendid verse! Really soothing and gorgeousβ˜ΊοΈπŸ’ž

  3. Choice of maple tree for this kind of poem is awesome. The format is also soothing. Good one, Grace πŸ‘ŒπŸ’–

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