One day I walked along the brick-layered street,
Looking at the many bustling stores.
And taking in the cool, brisk air so sweet,
I felt tired and worn from all the hustle and more.
And then I came upon a wonderful sight;
There in the middle of all the motion
Was a tree that seemed to shine so bright.
I was swept away as if by an ocean.
The dashing leaves of green and gold and brown
Fell towards the ground with such gentle care.
Fanning out in the shape of a marvelous crown,
The leaves just sat there, come in pairs.
And when I looked upon those leaves so great,
I thought of the tree from whence the leaves had fell.
Compared to others, the tree had bloomed late,
But compared to others, it still looked well.
This wonderful tree gave me a peace of mind,
And rest, and patience, and a memory of the quiet past.
It was more than a tree or leaves; it was an object to find
The softer and gentler side of life at last.
This poem talks about a tree in the middle of the city, literally. The city is very busy and as I walk around the city, I notice how life is so crazy, and I basically become very tired from it. But in the middle of the city, there is a tree, with wonderful leaves. The tree reminds me that life is not so busy. It offers rest, peace, quiet, and gentleness that is sometimes forgotten in a busy environment. This is my romanticism poem made by myself.
No comments:
Post a Comment