POE - TREE By Nelson Allen JR.

pouring my heart on a paper made out of a tree for poetry ,

while treading barefooted

on the field of poetry,

For Money doesn't grow on poe-TREE,

that's why my daddy died in poverty,

may he rest in Poetry,

So literature is like a forest

the evergreen is poe-tree,

forget about the baobab tree,

I embrace poe-TREE

as the wind blows its melody

I dance along with poe-TREE,

as the sun Shines brightly

I sit beneath poe-TREE

watching the birds nibbling

the fruits of poe-TREE

and sing songs

about the beauty of poe-TREE

So don't throw stones at poe-TREE,

there is life in poe-TREE

even the air i breath

is produced by poe-TREE,

causing my heart to beat,

akin to the rythm of poetry,

thats why like a monkey i climb on poe-TREE,

dwell in poe-TREE,

and currently

I'm sitting at the top of poe-TREE