Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Poem 24- Dialogue Poem


Before Spring Awakens

"I am ready to grow!" said the Tree as he stretched his limbs. "Is it almost time?"

"You must be patient, young tree," said the Sun to the Tree. "The winter winds are too blistering for your tender leaves to grow. You must be patient."

"My body aches from the cold, and I am frail and brittle. I feel like I just might snap in two!" the Tree replied to the Sun.

"You will bloom and grow one day soon, but not today, Tree. Not today."

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