Upon a grassy hill, beneath the bright blue sky is a tree. The secrets tree. A place they come to bury their darkest secrets. The tree is beautiful, lush and green with delicate blossoms. Birds sing melodies as sweet as honey. The wind blows warm and smells like lilacs Appearances deceive. What lays beneath the tree is not beautiful. Dark secrets dissevered from dark souls buried deep underground, where no one thinks to look. Waiting to be found. Waiting to be unleashed. A whole world of secrets waiting to be discovered. Upon a grassy hill, beneath the bright blue sky is a tree. The secrets tree.
I've just started writing poetry so I'm new to all of this. Anyone suggestions would be appreciated,
The secrets tree.
A place they come to bury their darkest secrets.
The tree is beautiful, lush and green with delicate blossoms.
Birds sing melodies as sweet as honey.
The wind blows warm and smells like lilacs
Appearances deceive.
What lays beneath the tree is not beautiful.
Dark secrets dissevered from dark souls buried deep underground, where no one thinks to look.
Waiting to be found.
Waiting to be unleashed.
A whole world of secrets waiting to be discovered.
Upon a grassy hill, beneath the bright blue sky is a tree.
The secrets tree.
I've just started writing poetry so I'm new to all of this. Anyone suggestions would be appreciated,