Question

write a own poem on dreem in 15 to 20 line​

Answer 1

Answer:

Sometimes at night I get up from my bed.

I go outside and I lay down my head.

On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace

Under the shelter of the old oak tree.

Leaning my head against its bark.

Looking up at the sky, things aren't so dark.

I can feel it... the oak is living, breathing.

The leaves are alive... its heart is beating...

I listen closer and wonder what it's seen

With its wise old bark and its leaves of green.

It cradles me closer. The leaves whisper to me,

So I sit there and listen to the old oak tree.

Gazing at the dark night sky,

The expanse of stars is breathtaking. I sigh.

Out there is a universe much greater than I,

But the place where I belong is where I reside.

One day I'll explore it. I'll touch every star,

And I'll find my way back to where you are.

One day I'll go out there, oh the things I will see.

Until then...I'll stay under the old oak tree.

Safe in its arms, I lay. The night is still.

It loves me, holds me, and always will.

Hush. It whispers. I close my eyes,

And I begin to drift as the moon does rise.

Hush says the tree. Everything is all right.

I let myself slip away on that cool fall night.

And I dream... I am far, somewhere up in the sky,

Exploring the universe that is greater than I...

Living, breathing, she whispers to me,

So I lay and dream

Under the old oak tree.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-old-oak-tree

Explanation:

Answer 2

Answer:

Once a dream did weave a shade

O’er my angel-guarded bed,

That an emmet lost its way

Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangle spray,

All heart-broke, I heard her say:

‘Oh my children! do they cry,

Do they hear their father sigh?

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me.’