Whistling Tree

Our love is like the soft breeze carried by a whistling tree
It never stops but flies high and strong
Where birds soar and flock for so long
They finally stop at their resting place
Mine is when I see your darling face
And there they make a nest
Ours is filled with hearts hidden behind each chest
They’re safe beneath our wings
One day it will be time to cut the strings
That hold us so close together
But love remains and keeps us near forever
Our love will always swarm free with glee
Just like the honeybee that flies by the whistling tree.

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Beautiful poem I feel how the family is much loved and kept safe in this delightful poem.

Desiree Brooks




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