Each word a poet speaks is like a branch of wisdom connecting the dots
of the universe with each syllable and sound
It is profound
I once considered suicide but was denied
Because the poet inside rejected the idea
You see, creativity is a minority
And the majority of people don't understand
That makes us unique with every line of ink
There is a meaning
Now I see why a poet and a tree
Go hand in hand
Through the creation of man
Trees have planted their roots across the earth
Spreading their beautiful silence across the lands
Some trees are cut down, ignored, never noticed or appreciated
A poet is the same
Because no matter how successful you are today
There was a time where everyone you knew
Didn't believe in you
Poet-Tree
Is the roots of an old soul
Letting it's leaves fall
And continuing to stand tall
Living through the storms that try to tear us apart
Poet-tree is a written, spoken, and performing art