LACE CAP

 

 An inspiration from a tree of white flowers

Blossoming in the months May and June.

Shading me from the hot summer sun,

I sit listening to a bird whistling a tune.

 

This tree or bush many would argue

I call the Umbrella or Parasol tree,

With beams of sunlight shining through

onto your fine face smiling at me.

 

Sparkling ripples from the nearby brook

babble across the pebbles so fine,

with white petals falling like snow

on your fair skin with red lips like wine.

 

While I sit writing this poem so refined

inspired from this tree in my mind.

 

 

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