Dew Bark On Poet Tree Rings

So deep, thy vibrations, vibrate the depth within vowel cord chords
Dye stain consonants, resonate thy character of pure crystal Poet Tree
To furrow seeded, fertile words, covered amidst layers Bee True Love
Each line cradled, in the womb, giving life - to Poetry Wry HeaArtBeats.

Thy poets, are composite creations, of core conceptual compositions
UniQue UniVerse’s blossoming, upon pages - Bee rich rhyme depositions
Thy Heart be thy HeArt of Literary ArtMoSphere’s HeArtMosphere
Rooted to thy Bard’s soul, dye Troubadour does harmonize melodies.

The morning doves awakes, Mother Nature’s nurtured night Literature
Songbird serenades sounds that abound alight sunrise sunbeam hues
Brings us each day’s blessing, as spry sunbeams spread divine peace
That Tranquility that Humanity, Bee rooted in Dew Bark of Poet Tree Rings.

The I in my eyes, hears the ear’s stereo sounds, sense fresh fragrant verses
Bud bright blossoms bluebonnet hues amidst blue cyan prancing wry hues
What is Poetry but HeArtBeats amplified onto rippling parchment lucid imagery
Oh dance with me, Bee barefoot fancy free, amid floating wildflower meadows.

Oh Spring, yes dew Spring spirits that levitate Poetry’s divine purpose - adrift
“We are Blessed” to write the wind’s currents that tap dances, fingers - aloft
“We Be Loved” that TraVerses within Our UniQue poetic stamina minds - alight
“We Bee Poets” bearing stamen stature pollenating blessed words in Divine - Amen.

‘Whom am I’, with set of eyes, ears with nose that knows wildflower spry smells
‘Whom am I’, does not grey matter. IT is about “YOUR” gray matter blossoming forth.
Poet Tree with I alone, does not flourish, to seed another budding leaf - Poet mindset
That what rings, Bee aloud Poetry in its diversity that Dew Bark On Poet Tree Rings


Dew Bark On Poet Tree Rings

So deep
thy vibrations
vibrate the depth
within vowel cord chords
Dye stain consonants
resonate thy character of
pure crystal Poet Tree
To furrow seeded
fertile words
covered amidst
layers Bee
True Love
Each line cradled
in the womb
giving life - to
Poetry Wry HeaArtBeats.

Thy poets
are composite creations
of core conceptual compositions
UniQue UniVerse’s blossoming
upon pages -
Bee rich rhyme depositions
Thy Heart be
thy HeArt of
Literary ArtMoSphere’s HeArtMosphere
Rooted to thy Bard’s soul
dye Troubadour does
harmonize melodies.

The morning doves awakes
Mother Nature’s nurtured
night Literature
Songbird serenades sounds
that abound alight
sunrise sunbeam hues
Brings us
each day’s blessing
as spry sunbeams spread
divine peace
That Tranquility
that Humanity
Bee rooted in
Dew Bark of Poet Tree Rings.

The I in my eyes
hears the ear’s
stereo sounds
sense fresh fragrant verses
Bud bright blossoms
bluebonnet hues amidst
blue cyan prancing wry hues
What is Poetry
but HeArtBeats amplified
onto rippling parchment
lucid imagery
Oh dance with me
Bee barefoot
fancy free
amid floating
wildflower meadows.

Oh Spring
yes dew Spring spirits
that levitate Poetry’s
divine purpose - adrift
“We are Blessed”
to write the wind’s currents
that tap dances
fingers - aloft
“We Be Loved”
that TraVerses within
Our UniQue
poetic stamina minds - alight
“We Bee Poets”
bearing stamen stature
pollenating blessed
words in Divine - Amen.

‘Whom am I’
with set of eyes
ears with nose
that knows
wildflower spry smells
‘Whom am I’
does not grey matter.
IT is about “YOUR”
gray matter blossoming forth.
Poet Tree with I alone
does not flourish
to seed another
budding leaf -
Poet mindset
That what rings
Bee aloud Poetry
in its diversity that
Dew Bark On Poet Tree Rings