A Poet's Eye

Cloud

I like the soft and bouncy kind
The cloud that blows on by
The type that is like cotton wool
Cotton wool up high

I don't like the greyish mass
Of the cloud that covers the sky
It seems to take an eternity
For that shroud to roll on by

The thunder-head is exciting
It fills me with a dread, a fear
For it brings with it the flashing lightning
And the thunder claps I hear

Wispy clouds are sweeter
They fill the sky with fragile grace
Its the cloud you often associate
With recognising object or face

The sky is full of wonders
It is never quite the same
It can be as gentle as a butterfly
Or wild, savage and untame

Flower

Every day I leave the house
A flower is what I see
And even though the clouds are grey
It always smiles for me

The golden petals open
Like the shining rays of sun
The flower dances merrily
Its life has only just begun

Then one day, I noticed
Through the eyes of a poet's heart
The shining petals were faded
They had almost fallen apart

I felt a deathly silence
I could only stand there and perceive
My withering, handsome flower
My heart started to grieve

Yet, even now, the flower is gone
Its left an impact on my heart
I feel the shining petals, bright
Our souls will never, ever part

Tree

A vicious thing, they liked to say
The poor and twisted tree
And everywhere I used to stand
It always looked at me

The branches knarled and broken
The leaves so sparse and few
It looks like a drowned and dripping beasty
In the early morning dew

Yet, when the hackers came along
To cut down this massive beast
The onlookers felt a surge of guilt
While the tree, it felt the least

Victory was what this tree
Gained from its final day
For everyone has felt guilty since
The tree was hacked away

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