The leaves of my soul crunch beneath my feet <br />With the many pieces of me <br />They all collapse without the other half <br /> <br />Wind telling them secrets <br />The flowers singing them songs <br />But all of them horror <br />Saddened lies and deceit <br /> <br />The sent of a green tree so sweet and desirable <br />Just stands behind me to protect his prize <br />A rose gently swaying in the breeze <br />If carefully picked she might know how to please <br /> <br />Then yet again like a man of waves and fire <br />A man of stone and beard <br />Once said all women are like snakes <br />Not all snakes are venomous <br />But all snakes are deadly <br />I am different <br />And this he sees <br />Very easy to please <br />All I want is to laugh <br />To smile and to give <br />This he does <br /> <br />The wind in my hair is so great <br />But I know the evilness it holds <br />The secrets it tells <br />Dares not to share them with me <br />Blowing the pages in my journal around <br />Like a teen to its mother <br /> <br /> <br />The fresh due tickling my finger tips <br />As if feathers trying to make me sneeze <br />Warming my cooled face <br />The reds and yellows spying into my eyes <br />To see what I’m dreaming about <br />I see as I open my eyes <br />I was just sleeping under the oak tree<br /><br />Mrs. Cynosure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-an-oak-tree/
