In my room so bold and bright,
on the wall with gold and light,
was a tree with leaves to pluck,
and waved this day to spin my luck,
but I said no, I’ll take a stance,
and find my way through time’s expanse.
The Golden Plight by L. M. Montes
Tag: tree
Golden Tree by L. M. Montes
A golden tree looks down at me,
with radiant red delicious eyes.
It grows with love and life anew,
yet no one goes there,
I wonder, don’t you?
This golden tree is set in green,
where gardens are a paradise.
It shares a strength and sings to you,
yet no one goes there,
I wonder, don’t you?
One day a sword of flame appeared,
to guard the tree from man.
For they were told to stay away,
yet now they seek it,
I wonder why, don’t you?
by L. M. Montes
The Casket Tree by L. M. Montes
In the forest stands a fingered tree,
With leaves and prickles that snatches me,
I stop and stare, its spell it casts,
And a wind doth blow the strongest blast.
Now out I gaze with unmoving eyes,
Upon the next victim who saunters by,
My leaves they prickle and snatches thee
As you pass by the casket tree.
By L. M. Montes
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 