Beauty of the Trees
She came as nature made her, beauty as can be
to a rose, her lips intimidate; to a tree, her body curves
her hair, like the leaves, move in the breaze
and tasteful dreams her body serves-
in between her thighs-
as women watch in jealousy-
green-envied were their eyes,
to see such a bird, as was this girl-that fluttered with beauty
and envy overtook them-twisting them evil
bright days turned dark-and darkness-but a mute
as women did dispute-
the honor of killing the sweet bird
-only in silence-heard-
and thus the end of beauty came-
blowing out her flame
but her beauty lurks in present ease
in the beauty of the trees
poem by Afrodita Alkline
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