The fantasy tree

Dangling by its sides,
The twigs and leaves,
Keep dancing to and fro
Making the tree swing in air.

Its beautiful bends and curve,
Smiling all the while dangling,
With its branches,
Always busy accommodating the birds.

The most beautiful tree,
With its trunk coming out,
To make a chair for every,
Naughty child to sit in respite.

The very fantasy tree,
Which is every child’s,
Most fantasy desire and dream,
To sit on its chair for a while.

31/01/09

poem by Winnie Angel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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