Drawing a Tree

A swift stoke into the air

And then another here and there

Now a thick mass of lines

No more thick than that of two dimes

From the top flowers bloom

Trunk and branches just like a broom

From there grow tiny tears

The gnarled branches show its years

With a trunk just like brass

At its base grow blades of grass

Small and swift lines will do

A bright sun and round hills will too

How about some puffy white clouds

Over the beautiful sky it shrouds

Little Vs will dot the sky

Tiny birds that are flying high

Sign my name

Wait for fame

So now I’m done

Wasn’t that fun?

Drawing a Tree (c) Maranda L. Scott
Photo (c) its respectful owner.