Poetry Competition Entry: The Tree
The forest dark and green all around
Fresh smells of wet ground and leaves abound
In the middle of this infinite sea of green
Is a safe place that will forever remain unseen.
Filled with cotton and velvet, purple and reds
Soft and comfortable beyond any compare
The minute you step in you look better than before
Everything’s perfect you cannot wish for anything more.
A little creature, his name Merlin
Sits outside to ensure that no one gets in
His seat placed carefully outside of the door
He dare not move nor stir ‘til he is called.
When the storm hits and thunder begins
He finally concedes and makes his way in
He holds this place dear and close to his heart
As he knows his role means he can never depart
Soft and warm I hold him close
We weather this storm him and I both
Everything is calm inside this tree
Safe, warm just as it should be.
The tree so tall, so old and wise
Will live forever in this magic disguise
A forest so far that no one can find
A forest that’s deep in the darkness of my mind.
By Karen V. Brand