We always talk about the birds and bees
But we hardly ever
Mention the trees.
For some times the three come together
And breathe more than a feather.
But trees
Are often so exposed
Both bears of life
And forbidden fruits.
And bees may come to pollinate
And birds to build their nests.
But so often it’s
Only talk of the birds and the bees.
And I fear I am a tree
A giver to both
A lover of it all
And yet I feel so forbidden
For so little is know of the three
The birds, the bees and the trees.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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Comments (2)
Awesome poem! The trees need to be talked about!
There's a real sense of being overlooked here.