poems by micolo

To the tree, to the tree, the tree that beckons me,

To the tree I must go, through wind rain sleet and snow!

Riding off to the morning sky! There is no life here its about to die!

Hooray shouts the madman, Hooray shouts the maid!

Whats the use? Memories they just fade..... Until the next and the next, I'm out of text.

Where is the virtue of being free? The tree ,the tree the tree!

My poem LOL

Regards Micolo

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