Prose & a Poets Tree

Such a rosy scent it be
Changing days to eternity
A burning note exQuisitely
Written. I bit in, and took a whif...
Paused to look in the midnight rift
And seeing Pros in the Prose is right,
So I watched On, as the moon turned bright.
Tantalizing Trees became ;D'Light and then I
Wrote On! as the Poets write and under a Tree
I learned to see that a love can always be, cast.
There's know such a thing as our Past, our best
and greatest blast last... is Now. We get to laugh and
Write it Again, AnyAhow...We Like.
A Poet's best friend is a Tree,
Named AsPen. ;)