Forever In a Tree

by Maple Tree   Jan 18, 2012


When I was five, small and limber
climbing high, among-st giant timber

drifted to sleep for an hour or so
getting lost within a moonlit glow

ageless tree limb became my bed
emerald leaves caressed a weary head

floating along a riverbed of gold
wishing upon stars to never grow old

Looking out my window, softly I sigh
yearning to retreat to that mountain on high

forever young, In denim jeans and bare toes
getting lost for eternity, each time that I doze....

Special Thank You to: Lebanese Phoenix

For his thought provoking comment on another one of my poems "Maybe we age, but our souls can still be young as a 5 years old."

His comment inspired me to write about a time when I was 5...falling asleep in a tree in my back yard. Thank you~

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  • 13 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Aww this was a great idea, I am glad LP left the comment which triggered this for you because this is so beautiful. It amazes me that you can recall a time when you were younger and write about it so clearly that you create the impression it was only yesterday.

    Your idea's and talent are just endless. Loved this one.

  • 13 years ago

    by tainted melody

    I loved this poem...i atually have a poem that starts out really similarly "when we are but 5 years old.." lol i loved how you portrayed this...it really made me visualize the scene. i would luv it if u would check out some of my poems and tell me what u think :)

  • 13 years ago

    by L

    Indeed.
    amazing job..

    I found the next part humorous and somehow Ironic.. because many 5 years old want to grow up as for you, you didn't. As for me, I was reluctant but that was not my choice. haha.

    "floating along a riverbed of gold
    wishing upon stars to never grow old"

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Oh MT, you are very welcomed for being able to inspire you........ to make such a beautiful young, fresh piece. See? there you are... 5 years old again, in your old blue jeans with the wind caressing your face.... it's so mesmerizing and refreshing. A beautiful piece of art...

    AMAZING JOB:)

  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    Oh I love the youthness of this poem.

    It makes me think of my past and how I used to climb one tree in our backyard. Though the tree was high itself I could not go any further than what I did for fear of heights.

    Nor could I sleep in the tree for fear that something would eat me lol

    A well written poem

    LOVED IT

    x

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