From a seed there came a tree
And on it grew, pieces of me
A story to tell a poem to rhyme
Words on paper, line after line
I picked the fruit and tried to share
People passed by, unaware
Hurt and confused by their lack of attention
I hid it away, scared of rejection
I found it one day withered and dry
Planted one more seed for one more try
I found the words I needed to say
Then sent them out, day after day
Now I wait for my tree to grow
Will anyone notice, will anyone know
Here’s some fruit, what do you think?
Maybe the juice will make a nice drink?
Alex: Well you’ve written worse
Me: I’d like to see you do better
Here I sit under a tree
Nowhere else I want to be
Blanket spread out, girl by my side
Clothes all gone, ready to ride
Me: Wait, stop!
Me: I don’t think that’s appropriate
Alex: You’re stifling my creativity?
Beneath a tree
Hours with you
Pass like moments
All too brief
The sun sets
As do I