Time passes this flock of trees grow high, <br />strait and tall normal all would think. <br />Yet within one a special heart to see but <br />from the outside one would not. <br />Days turned in to months the years rolled <br />by clinging to each other <br />did these trees. <br />Light to the floor and roots the grain of life for all <br />soft and loamy was the measure. <br />Blight strikes felled many thus they are hearts <br />effected. <br />But the one<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-within-the-tree/
