Poetry

Poetry.

Poetry.

Poe tree.
Poet Tree.

Let the feelings blow through my leaves.
Sounding rustles as our breath heaves
Weightless thoughts
Sinking into 1000 pounds of withheld tears.

Let the branches embrace the air,
the sky, the souls the green and the blues.
Emptiness becomes nothing
Sewed into universe's blanket

Let the roots tap into the struggle
Glinting unwavering eyes
Searing through lies
Smoothing greed's ugly wrinkle
a shackle on our ankle

Let me be that tree.
Let me beat in that tree.
Let me be, to beat in the rhythm that be, but a tree.