Meb91
Found Poem
Speak
Why is Melinda connected with her Tree project?
You just chose you're destiny, you can't change it.
I wish Mr. Freeman would put a tree in his masterpiece.
My last tree looked like it had died from some fungal infection- not the effect I wanted at all
The Paint cooled my hands, but did nothing for my tree.
The next time you work on your trees, don't think about trees.
It's an insult to trees everywhere.
My tree is hopeless. It isn't art;
Perfect trees don't exist
You can't grow a decent tree without roots.
And that tree is sick. See how the branches on the left don't have any buds
We watch in silence as the tree crashes piece by piece to the damp ground.
Those branches were long dead from disease
I crouch by the trunk, my fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code a clue a message on how to come back to life after my undersnow dormancy.
That is the seed I will care for
My tree is definitely breathing; little shallow breaths like it just shot up through the ground this morning
It isn't perfect and that's makes it just right