The tree wasn’t feeling good
Come closer it said to the sun
I need you
The sun slipped behind a cloud
The tree scowled
You don’t love me
And then it rained
The tree drank deeply from the soil
And took water into its roots
And felt well again
The sun came out
from behind the cloud
and said to the tree
Still think I don’t love you?
The tree just smiled.
Snow lies thick on evenings gown
The colour suits her well
Dusk shines palest yellow
Upon her curve and swell
And as she moves across the land
Her many jewels fall down
The snowflakes are her necklace pearls
The stars above – her crown
The charming moon, now round and cold
Steps out from darkened cloud with flair
To add the merest touch of gold
To brighten up her hair
As tall, dark night draws closer
Evening strides away
She says she won’t be taken in
By his invitation to stay
But it’s far too late for her
Though she swears she’ll not let him win
With a long and gentle sigh
She softly yields to him.
Things In My Head 