keep me beneath the white birch tree, the virgin arms that wave to eternity a great ghost amidst the forest mass it keeps me staring when i respectfully pass beneath the white birch tree my white flag from my great almighty frosty white skin trimmed in its own green lush it is the birch tree that calms me into that hush
Soul, I am a lover of trees and also write about trees and their affect on my life. I like this poem very much. I will share with you some of my Tree poetry.
i am glad someone replied. its good to know what poem connects with others who are here. i have been writing since i was in 7th grade i am now 38. i hardly ever share . i love nature not just trees and will share some more nature poems next week.i really like your tree one and will reply . thankyou agian.