POEMS AND RHYMES: O LOVELY TREE

POEMS AND RHYMES

O Lovely Tree

By: Ulysses C. Ybiernas | August 10, 2022


I used to drop off my kids at school early when they were younger, leaving me enough time to linger for an hour or two before my workday began. During those vacant moments, I would wander, walk, or run at a greenfield within Cebu Business Park. What started as a way to simply pass the time soon became a personal ritual, one that helped restore my energy and center my thoughts before the demands of work took over, later of the day.


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Then, I found a particular tree that became my sanctuary. Regardless of the weather, it provided me with shelter and comfort.


One day, I stood beneath its shade during a downpour. As the rain subsided, I suddenly felt entralled, engulfed by a cool nostalgic breeze as birds began to chirp above, while the butterflies and bees and dragonflies danced on top of the wet field. It was a moment I couldn’t forget. Amid the cityscape, I was transported back to the simple, carefree days of my childhood.


That inspiration moved me to tears. I returned to my car, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a poem, dedicated to this lovely tree that had quietly become part of me.

O my lovely tree, you shade my daily walk One morning, I paused beneath your cloak Branches though bent in breezes, was kind A cool canopy that eases a troubled mind Your leaves whisper as my mind takes flight You shimmer a spark, as bright as a sunlight Little sparrows fluttered above you, to rest With their tiny songs, felt like a gentle guest As I sunk my hand into your rugged bark I heard your story, like mine, not far apart I tasted earth, with its soft and musty scent Memory of childhood trees, I used to vent That morning, I was weighed by worry’s tune Yet there I felt in you, my loneliness cocoon Your roots is firm underneath a silent ground In your shade, my trembling heart unwound My lovely tree, to me, you whispered peace With shade that turned my thoughts to ease My sanctuary, when my pace feels too fast A rare moment, my present meets the past

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