Miscellaneous Plant Poems 3

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A rumor you hear of forsythia 

That's not yellow, is just a myth-ia

   But if pink and blue

   Are the colors that you

Dream of, I'm right there with-a-ya!

Though it's timbre might be rather mellow,

An endless solo cello

   Would devolve to a drone,

   A monotonous tone,

Not unlike forsythia yellow!

A scar, a burl

An "I love you"

A boy, a girl

And a tree trunk, too

Pretty ballerina trees, dancing in the wood

Atop old decomposing stumps, they strike a pretty pose

I wonder, would they ever wander twirling, if they could?

Alas, they stay and balance there, forever on their toes...

One night a rush, a rip, a crush

A peeling, then with time, a healing

Careening car, a lifelong scar

Ironic heart left in the bark!

Not a loss, not a win

When egos clash, and, headlong crash

Time surprises, smiles rise, as

Changes bring a softening

And I've loved you, and you've loved me

Our bark has hearts for all to see!

Evergreen needles, aloof to the wind

As leafy trees rashly shed their clothes

Naked trunks showing through forest thinned

By cold autumn wind that heedless blows

Clothing once dyed with orange and red

Drab, and in tatters on forest floor

Blanketing now a hillside bed

Limbs gazing down on the clothes they once wore

Seasonal rite, without regret

Over onset of winter, relentless cold

With nothing but bark to protect, and yet

The dances of autumn never grow old