This is our contribution for National Poetry Day here in the UK…
Under the Tree
While sheltering beneath this beautiful pine tree
I heard a deep voice, the down in your boot’s kind
“Why do you hide beneath my skirt?”
I answered, not knowing to whom I might be speaking
“I’m not hiding, I’m being nosy. I like the feel of it here,
as if the world can no longer see me.”
“I understand. My face is not always visible,
depending on the wind. I noticed you looking
yet you ventured beneath, unafraid.
Many here look upon my face and walk away
It must be my size has them walking by,
never knowing my name is Beau
I am left with a feeling of sadness.
You see, I cannot help but let my spirit be seen
That is when I can see the world through different eyes
Rather than just feeling the sunlight, I can see it
Late at night when the people have gone, I see the stars,
the moon playing between the shadows…”
I didn’t want to interrupt the voice coming from above my head
Finally, I managed to say, “Your face doesn’t frighten me,
I think it’s beautiful.”
A sudden wind picked up and I stepped outside
Looking up, I could no longer see the face
that had drawn me in. I believed the spirit of the tree
had shared its thoughts with me
I walked home, feeling privileged…
©anitadawes
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