Black tree [six poems]

Black tree black tree
is it a myth
is it a leyend
only once been seen
by prying eyes
is the black faded
or like the night sky?

A shooting star
I see so far
I wish to see
the black tree.

One day one night
if it's light or bright
at night it waits
at day it breaks
and as you pass by
you think why?

The black has gone grey
death is on the way
but still it holds on
yet the branches are gone
a shadow in the mist
now it's on the list.

The tree is gone
the black disappeared
but yet I still see it
the moment is near.

Because of me
the little black tree
had a long long life
but then came the knife!

Sky

If I could fly,
to the sky,
then the sky,
would fly away,
oh me oh my,
if I could fly.

Spin

Spin does the world,
the world does spin.

Turn does the world,
the world does turn.

Stop does the world,
the world does stop.

Life

Life is love,
sent from above,
Where angels sing,
for thier gold ring.

Life is love,
sent from above,
where god asists us,
because he must.

Clouds

Clouds are like pillows,
floating in the sky,
clouds are like ice cream,
cold and harsh,
clouds are like drawings,
lost in the world,
but clouds are oceans, rivers and streams,
sucked u to make funny things.

Chill

Chill to the bone,
chill to the core,
chill in the cold,
chill out in the warm.

Dreams

I dream at night,
and that sight,
is enough to make,
me awake.

My Dog

My dogs realy a scardy-cat,
my dogs realy a pig,
my dogs realy not a dog,
but a martion from outer space.

Sleepout

Alone in the woods I am,
next to the wolves I am,
afraid and scared I am,
then at dawn,
safely at home I am.

Beast

Beast by sea
beast by land
beast is here
with death as a comand

wolf

oh me oh my
not that cry
it is a lie
do not fly
don't listan to that wolf guy

Mystery

Mystery passed me by
mystery began to fly
mystery at dawn
mystery by night
mystery is everywhere
mystery is nowhere
but if mystery was everything
would mystery be history?

Earthquake

I lie in bed awake
the world begins to shake
my house comes tumbling down
now I lie on the ground
I get up and look around
everything is lost
everything is found
that day my house fell to the ground
so now I never lie in bed awake
in case of an earthquake

The Runaway

I run from the light
in the dead of night
the light makes me lean
into a bad dream
at dawn they find blood
lying in the mud
hear my echoing scream
inside the murder scene