The Purple Tree and Poetry




I walk into the woods and see the purple tree

with its trunk high and mighty and branches wild and free

the majestic purple tree is a mystery to me

the leaves dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the sea


The purple tree brings tranquility and happiness

it illuminates my mind with awe and gladness

savoring the scent of purple fragrances

of pink and lilac haze stirring passion and impulses


I sing praises and healing chants in every way

celebrating the joy of this sweet purple day

hoping and dreaming in brilliant array

dear purple tree my heart is yours, come what may.


– Mira Delle –




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