Poplar trees — evergreens, and sunbeams in the woods
Sing us a chorus, strike us a tune that my heart yearns to follow.
Tree arms sway and crack, bony, skinny, creaky limbs
Animals hide and learn, living within the hollow.
Spring’s attack breaks winter’s curse, reveals the hidden flower
But don’t look now, cause winter is coming for reversal.
Shadows scream for cover, light fills the silver lining
Day and night swing in motion, a law that’s universal.
Crickets chirp, wind blows breezily, never a doubt —
That grass grows greener than can you remember.
Rain and fog comes and leaves, clouds like to blow
Flora and fauna flourishes, cared for with eyes of ember.
The facade of nature’s borders can’t be deciphered
Not when its villain lurks closely and nearby.
The cold of his heart, and ferocity of breathe
It squirms and slithers, wishing for all to die.
Come on hero! Move in quick, strike at the heel
Do it now, O, do it now, Do what it is that you know.
Move the mountains, smash the hills!
Defeat this mortal foe…
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Well done, I love how you describe the different trees 🥰
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