The Tree of Cities
The tree that holds cities
Could canopies, in the sunshine, gleam so fair
And still in night, shine colors so rare,
No, not naturally, and so, it is only fair
To assume , that there is a civilization deep in there,
There in its canopy at midnight to dusk,
Will you see the heap of lights like t’were cities amongst—
It’s crown and its leaves, I can hear cry and quake
Of people, who bustle and bounce, and footsteps on leaves they shake
Like us on streets that we do stroll, yet more I say,
I did hear laughter, and songs, in the leafy throng
I can see streets of light, that brighten large and oblong
From the tree, that must hold cities, we cannot see
But somehow can imagine, if listened closely
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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