Feeble it is not; creative with magnificent imagery it is…I love the simplicity and serenity.
The Woodland Trust have for National Poetry Day asked for the public’s ditty’s to celebrate the beauty of trees, so here is my feeble attempt:
A natural mystic blows through the air
Autumn leaves rustle without a care
Old limbs creak, the end is nigh
While young limbs reach up for the sky.