Alone in a barren field,
No thought given to our yield.
Many think—we’re not worth a lot!
So, alone and forgotten we stand—
With a beauty all our own!
A lone tree in the wilderness—
With a supernal splendor all our own;
And a yield a hundred fold!
No thought given to our yield.
Many think—we’re not worth a lot!
So, alone and forgotten we stand—
With a beauty all our own!
A lone tree in the wilderness—
With a supernal splendor all our own;
And a yield a hundred fold!
2 comments:
Very nice. Well done.
So true. You're great at capturing truths in your poems. Keep up the good work, and have fun!
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