I'd Like to be a Tree

by axxuy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Anthology, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fluttershy
Length: 1339

Poems, by Fluttershy

Poems, by Fluttershy

Published 2024-05-09 22:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-04 16:54:22 UTC

I'd Like To Be A Tree

I'd like to be a tree.
I weep like a willow
And the water carries everything away
All my tears, doubts, fears,
Hopes;
I already know what it's like to hide
My face behind my mane.
I could be a birch,
Shy and pale.
Sometimes ponies peel pieces off of me.
I'm not like Mister Oak.
His little acorns grow up big and strong.
I'm a littler kind of tree.
Something with fruit would be nice,
I'll give sweets to birds and foals.

I'd like to be a bird.
I'm halfway there already,
But half pony is too much.
My wings are still, but my heart beats
Like the other hummingbirds,

Somepony might come and clip my wings and put me in a cage.
But ponies already put me in a cage
And I clip my own wings.

I'd like to be a flower.
I would feed the bees
And help them make their honey.
My petals open and hug the sun.
I look pretty and that's enough
For the ponies who look at me.
Nopony ever said a flower wasn't doing her best.

I'd like to be a brook deep in the forest.
I am the same color as the sky,
Mister Oak is a good friend of mine.
He gives me lots of leaves,
And acorns.
Mrs. Willow sips my cool water as I carry them past.

I'd like to be a stone.
If only I could be so strong.
I'm already quiet:
I practice.
But Applejack says
They get in the way.
I don't want to get in anypony's way.

I'd like to be a breeze.
Nopony sees me,
They feel me and say
Thank you.

I'd like to be a jewel,
Sometimes.
I'm not a diamond,
But a colt could work in the summer
To buy me for his marefriend.
I'll stay in a box after they break up.
When she's old she'll take me out and remember being young.
That would be nice,
To remind ponies of when they were young.

I'd like to be sunshine.
Not the sun,
Who has to fly over all of Equestria to shine
Everywhere
(and she does a good job at it)
And who is bright and hot.
I just want to be the hug the sky gives you
When you go outside,
Soft and warm.
My feathers are soft and warm
But I don't have enough for everypony.

I'd like to be a cottage,
My cottage.
Far from town,
But close enough to go to the market for tea,
So I can shelter ponies and animals and make them tea
On a rainy spring day.

I'd like to be a pony.
A normal pony,
Who isn't afraid of so many things
And who can talk to other ponies
And who isn't alone all the time,
Just when she needs some quiet time.
I would still do nice things for my friends.

For Angel

Once upon a time you were the smallest white thing in the forest.
And I didn’t know what you were
And I was afraid to pick you up in my hooves
And you were so soft.

At first I thought you were a lost piece of a cloud
Not supposed to be there
Not a living thing
Not a little bunny.

I didn’t know much about taking care of bunnies
But that they liked carrots
But you ate other things too
But carrots are your favorite.

I never loved anything as much as when I met you
Or felt so big
Or so important
Or so here.

Sorry

Once she dropped my doll off the edge of a cloud by mistake.
It was okay,
Other foals had done that too.
On purpose.
Just in case I forgot I wasn't like them.
I cried.
It was the first time anypony said sorry.

Forget-Me-Not

Little blue flowers grow
In my garden.
I am the littlest flower among them.
Please nopony pick me.
Please somepony tell me what the mares feel
When stallions put my sisters in their manes
Because they care
And want to make a promise.
Please don't leave me by myself.

Hop

Hop,
Little bunny.
Hop.

Under My Wings

I read a story the other day.
It was about an earth pony,
Her coltfriend was a pegasus.
Every time she kissed him,
She asked what it was like to fly.
Every time he said
It was like kissing her.

I watch my friends fly, soar, dive.
The other pegasi always say
That they love the sky.
They way I am supposed to.

My love isn’t wind under my wings.
It’s little chicks beneath them,
Like a hen.
My love is when a dog brings her puppies
And lays them at my side.

Zoo-Noodle

Discord, my zoo-noodle,
My living doodle,
I love you oodles.

Chatter

I like conversation.
I like chatter and talk.
Even a bit of bustle doesn’t bother me.

I like it when the birds do it.
I listen to news from the larks—
It’s gossip really.

I don’t even mind arguments
When they’re about who gets a nut.
I usually have nuts in my saddlebag.

Softly Sleep

Nighttime is here,
So sleep, my dear.
Lie there so sweet
And softly sleep.

Cry no more tears,
Mama is here.
Lie there in peace
And softly sleep.

Forget your fears,
Dreams bring you cheer,
All that you need,
So softly sleep.

I Love the Slimy Things

I love the slimy things
That crawl along the ground,
And slither, hiss, or sting,
And things that make no sound.

I love the lumpy ones
With scales or too much hair,
Who have a scent that stuns
And lurk within a lair.

These animals all love
Themselves—deserving more,
As much as any dove
For ponies to adore.

The Last Lullaby

Hush now, little critter,
Just listen to me sing.
You're leaving all that's bitter,
Don't worry for a thing.

I will hold you tender.
And we all will cry.
I want you to remember
That mama is close by.

Now sleep is softly coming
And night is drawing near.
Wherever you are going
You'll always be my dear.

Goodnight, goodnight, I love you,
My precious little one.
I've been so blessed to have you
Until your days were done.

The News

I get my news at the spa.
When I've had a good massage,
And I'm soaking in a bath with my friend,
I can almost relax enough
To not just listen for my name.

What Love is There In Making Sense?

Once upon a time you said
"What fun is there in making sense?"
And that was funny to me.
To me you make perfect sense,
The way you see the world
And love it so much
That you want to make it all
A part of you, that everything
Is beautiful enough to be in your body.
And if that doesn't make sense
Then let's ask together
"What love is there in making sense?"

Bluebird

She is as blue as the sky—
Bluer—
So blue it burns.
Up there is where she belongs
Up high in all that blue.
It's all her.

I don't know why
She stays down here
With me.
I don't think I ever will.

I don't know how to thank her either
The closest I've come
Is naming a bluebird after her
Who isn't as blue,
But is quick
And loves to perch on my back
To listen to me sing.

Yay

Yay for all my friends.
Yay for birthday parties.
Yay for a quiet tea time with a good book.
Yay for juicy, delicious apples.
Yay for the one who will always be there for me.
Yay for the beauty in the world.
Yay for a bright, lovely day.
Yay for sweet dreams at night.
Yay for enough chaos to keep things interesting.
Yay for my critters.
Yay for all the world's critters.
Yay but not too loud.
Yay.