Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Old Poem. New Day

I scribbled this poem out after someone gave me a fountain pen.

Ode to Joy

What is to say is the sweet nectar of life. 
Is it to behold a loved one's face or to sit in the sweet breast of a tree, 
the breeze trickling through, moving your hair as gently as a lover. 
Oh the sweet, sweet breeze, 
how it tumbles and plays like strings on a harp 
making the most beautiful harmony.


Faith Crey said...

Wish I could sit under that tree! Good poem :) From @ThunderCrey aka Faith Crey, your twitter buddy lol

Jen Pearlman said...

Thanks Faith! I have a thing for trees (as if you couldn't tell). I took that tree pic in Costa Rica. Thanks for your comment and checking out my blog!