Sonnet 183, Trees Of My Feelings

Trees of my feelings are poems by me, I can't as God, make a fruit bearing tree; I hold in memories, moments I feel, Sometimes in poems, they are all so real. Trees in a forest are greenest of growth, Mine are just thoughts, I equally love both; Where seasons are extreme like where I'm from, Trees show me when a summer is in bloom. When leaves fade away and fall from its branch, I know as you, it is summer's last chance; The mountains and forests, fortress of earth, Brace of our life and cradle of our birth. Roots of a tree are like roots of our own: Some are young in soil, others old and grown.