Amateur writer. On the path of the phrase that says "practice makes perfect." Avid consumer of books that make me think, make me feel.
Not all that hangs from trees is beautiful;
Not all that hangs from trees is edible.
A dangling body from a thick string,
Gave up its life, wishing that it would give it wings
(Of hope, perhaps?--
I fail to understand, and my thoughts collapse).
'Tis true that the flower, however precious, gives way to the fruit.
But why, my friend, render your voice forever mute?
Not all that hangs from trees is beautiful.
© 2017 H Bakerley