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We are blessed with such magnificent nature all around us.
Often we take this for granted, especially when we live in huge cities.
We forget that it's the small things that matter most.

Like the fluffy clouds above us...
the tree that blossoms every year...
the subtle breeze that cools us on a hot day...

When I think of one specific thing in nature that I adore, it has to be the tree that stands outside my bedroom window.
When Spring rolls by, it carries the most magnificent purple blossoms that frangrances my room with the sweetest scent. And when the wind blows through the branches - delicate little purple blossoms rain down.

It's these simple pleasures of life that we find in nature that inspire and evokes the sweetest emotions, memories and poetic words.

So, this is my poem to my favourite tree...




I'M A TREE HUGGER!

I want to sit high up in the tree,
High - where only I can reach.
And the only company I have is the playful breeze,
and the tiny purple blossoms that fall from the tree.

I want to sit high up in the tree,
High - where the rest of the world cannot see.
And all around me seems peaceful and calm,
and the lull of a bird sings me to sleep.

I want to sit high up in the tree,
High - where all that surrounds me are blossoms
and leaves and wood under my feet.
and Spring's scent fills the heated air.

Yes, high up in the tree where Spring returns-
each and every year!

By Melissa/Honeybe
I'm a Tree Hugger, are you?

Let's take care of the nature and environment around us because it keeps us alive and creates the best poetry

HOW DO I ?!

My Darling,
How do I tell you what you do to me?
Every word from your sweet mouth makes me feel entirely free.
My head spins at the mere thought of you.
Somehow, I know that these feelings we share will remain eternally true.

Yet, every single day I wonder,
How do I tell you what you do to me?
Words can never express these feelings you evoke in me.
Day by day, I find that my tender love grows for you.
And every cherished day starts afresh and new.

Still, with all these feelings and day by day,
I wish I could tell you what you do to me.

Melissa aka Honeybe

There's an Afrikaans (South African language) poem I read years ago, I swear it's the sweetest story ever.
It's linked to the Hindu tradition.
It starts out by saying that Narjana (Creator) starts creation.
He makes: trees, mountains, oceans, animals and a man.
He looks at His work and sees that it's perfect.
Just one thing, the man is all alone.
Narjana now only has bits of everything he created left.
So he starts putting it all together.
The softness of a dove, the courage of a lion, the beauty of the night sky, the calm of the lamb, etc.
With pride He shows His latest creation: woman (ofcourse, created for the man).
He gives her to the man.
Some days later the man stands before Him. He says: ' Please take this woman back. She is hard to get along with. She speaks too much, she's moody....' he goes on and on.
Narjana says :'Yes, leave her with me.'
Days later he comes back and he wants her back saying:'Without her I cannot live. She's beauty to the sight, soft to the touch ... on and on...'
Narjana hands her over.
Days later the man is back.
'I made a big mistake, take her back, he says.
This time Narjana turns to the woman and asks her opinion.
She says: 'Leave the man to me, I'll make him a real man!'



What a sweet story!!!