Tree of plenty

 

 

 

 

Have these

I have many

I give these to you, freely

from my tree of plenty,

its branches full

bent,

old,

and sometimes weary

Have mine

I have many

on my tree,
of plenty

 

ldn

cold rose

 

 

The bud that won’t grow into a rose

is cold

deep inside

where it lives

and dies

 

ldn

Barely

 

 

Seagulls and crows

floating in the sky

holding up the wind

on their wings

barely

ldn