I’ve spent today, my birthday, indulgently drawing this tree I saw in my dream two nights ago. When I woke up on Thursday, I scribbled a quick sketch to keep its memory because I knew I wanted to draw it soon. Two days later, it is done. Plus a poem for it too.

The Lying tree: A warning – A poem

In the heart of the forest stands a tree,

Its branches sway and dance in the breeze,

But beware the lies that it whispers free,

For this tree is known to spin deceit with ease.

Its leaves rustle with a sly, cunning sound,

As it beckons you with a charming guise,

And with its words, it seeks to confound,

All who dare to meet its emerald eyes.

“Come closer,” it says, “I’ll tell you a tale,

Of magic and wonder beyond compare,

Of secret paths and hidden trails,

And riches beyond your wildest dare.”

But don’t be fooled by its sweet melody,

For this tree speaks with a silver tongue,

And its promises are just trickery,

To lure you into the web it has spun.

So if you ever come across this tree,

Take heed and listen not to its words,

For it’s a liar and a deceiver, you’ll see,

And its tales are nothing but empty birds.

Remember, in the heart of the forest so green,

Lies a tree that cannot be trusted or believed,

Its whispers are nothing but a cunning scheme,

So walk on and let it be, unfettered and relieved.