My Spring Time feelings of Nature and Feelings♡

       My Spring Time feelings of Nature and Feelings

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This tree it hears my feelings as each piece

Of its bark dwindles away revealing its old wounds

I couldn’t help but think of him, I could tell that this tree

 Was in pain just like me, it so very hard tried to hide

Its feelings of uncertainty and regret but it couldn’t

So it began to Flak off more and more.

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Next to the dwindling tree lay an old tree stump

It was a tree once too, a soft shy shining tree it was

 But it was cut down and left

Like a broken toy it felt pain

 When it was taken from the earth

 – It kind of reminded me of how I feel about him and I

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This tree sacrificed itself for this stronger sterner tree probably

 Knowing the pain it would have to

Sustain like a heavy wound

Thus becoming engulfed with red tears of

Pain and fearfulness of the past and future

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But for now, this tree was no more,

The only remaining feeling and

Touch was the scent of fresh bark wood

Emerging with the breeze

Of the spring winds in the

Illuminating brilliant blue sky and a

 Tiny green flower hiding beneath the cracks

 Of the widowed tree

Trying to sprout and be alive again

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The tree still shedding its old wounds off slowly piece

By piece the old skin falls to the ground

Almost like my tears, as I look at the tiny green flower sprout

All I could do was think of him and the nostalgic feeling

Of hate he feels for me…..

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I felt as if I was too beneath the cracks and

Beginning to flake off like this tree

While remembering those spring days of

The sun-kissed sky with him I wondered

If he had ever felt this way or if he

Ever knew that I was feeling this way

That I too am in a sense of pain,

This kind of skin shedding pain just like the tree

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Now, all is numb and empty the last piece of bark

Begins to peel away like a band aid falling

Off of a once wounded finger,

 It begins to fall but gets lifted up by the wind

Into the blue brilliant sky smelling of smoggy spring

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A breeze of fresh air entering my nose

The sweet smell of spring like a tree hugger

I put my hand toward the place where the little piece

 Of bark had fallen from trying to understand

This trees feelings like that of my own

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The tiny flower sprout continues to slowly grow

Through the old cracks in the tree –

I feel as if the tree knows in its heart,

That everything’s going to be alright just like me

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It knows that it will grow again and that the other tree

Stump will grow again too, and that it will show forgiveness

For its sacrifice but for now it’ll remain in simple uncertainty and in

Pain perhaps just like me, or maybe

 It will try to blossom next spring just like me?

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By – AntinetteK

                                           Author’s Notes (March 15, 2012)