POET TREE

Oh, poet tree, oh, poet tree
oh, could you bloom some words for me?
petals bright and red and scented
that flights of fancy might be vented
oh, hillsides thick with muds and grass
and musical streams who wander past.

as washes away the silt to ocean
I would set to sail my poetic notion
of lovers in gems that shine as stars
whose searching calls are heard afar
when daybreak plays a mean guitar
and broken hearts are mended, mended
and broken hearts are mended.