Title: Fingerprint leaves
by Caitlin from Northumberland | in writing, poetry
I sit on the lime hill
There is space to fill.
So I look at the trees and think
History has passed in a blink.
Castles stood tall,
The dinosaurs did fall.
Good would win,
The birds would sing.
The chaos of war,
The decisions in law,
The ships which sailed,
The conquests which failed.
The inventions made,
Stayed then would fade
Songs were sung,
Hearts were won.
Tears were shed,
Words were said.
Everything to the last,
Everything in the past,
Are all in the fingerprint leaves.
When I was busy reading King Arthur I noticed how everything has changed so much since then. It is amazing. It got me thinking that trees have always been around, even when King Arthur was around. They will have been through it all, everything. Hence why I named my poem Fingerprint Leaves because they have all that knowledge.
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