Tree of poetry

I long to sit

Under the tree

Of beautiful prose

And poetry

Lie on grass

Of trillion words

Look at emotions

Float in winds

Of wistful thoughts

And misty dreams

As they gently

Land on grass

Words like flowers

Start to bloom

Red and pink

Yellow and green

Small and dainty

Large and brute

As they dance

Hand in hand

Unravel a beauty

For one to read