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My good friend RickMalArt wrote this wonderful piece called PoeTREE and asked me if I could draw something for it. This is what I created. Thank you so much Rick for giving me this opportunity. I feel very honored that I could illustrate your fantastic words!

Rick was so kind to let me post his poem/song together with the art:

i'm mental with it...droppin a flow...

if you've heard this voice before then you already know...

that..sometimes i crawl in a hole...

and need this like a tree needs sunlight and water to grow...//

we make works of art..jottin the prose...

like we don't use words and bars here..we use brushes and strokes...

it comes from the soul...

recently i've been slippin...i try to get a grip like cars when they're stuck in snow...//

in times like these..the way i find my feet...

is by climbing..up into my poetree...

scramble up the trunk and high to the greenary...

find a decent branch and sit lookin at the sights and the scenery...//

woooh man!...such views....it's breath taking...

it's where i go whenever i feel like escaping..

cos life's manic..it's leaving my head mangled...

so i'm just gonna sit here now and let my legs dangle....down//

ever since i planted...this tiny seed...

i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...

it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...

so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee

see when i'm up here..the mind goes exploring...

whether night time or morning...we go through phazes...

i see the words as leaves.. in spring time they're forming..

then i get a writers block in autumn..they're falling...//

still i try and jot until a page is full...

whether it is talented or not...that's debatable...

too many times..i've been down in the place where i sulk...

i need to try to find the strength to be able to pull..//

myself up..and use this as a distraction...

build a tree house or go swinging off the branches...

it's like a beanstalk...stemming up to the clouds...

so i climb high...hoping i don't fall to the ground...//

see with my rhymes...i can get stuck in the profound...

but really most the time..i'm just monkeying around...

like a big kid...a lost boy...a mowgli...

it's like i dunno where i stand unless i'm sat up in my poetree//

ever since i planted...this tiny seed...

i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...

it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...

so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee

Please go check out his post: PoeTREEi'm mental with it...droppin a flow...if you've heard this voice before then you already know...that..sometimes i crawl in a hole...and need this like a tree needs sunlight and water to grow...//we make works of art..jottin the prose...like we don't use words and bars here..we use brushes and strokes...it comes from the soul...recently i've been slippin...i try to get a grip like cars when they're stuck in snow...//in times like these..the way i find my feet...is by climbing..up into my poetree...scramble up the trunk and high to the greenary...find a decent branch and sit lookin at the sights and the scenery...//woooh man!...such views....it's breath taking...it's where i go whenever i feel like escaping..cos life's manic..it's leaving my head mangled...so i'm just gonna sit here now and let my legs dangle....down// ever since i planted...this tiny seed...i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee see when i'm up here..the mind goes exploring...whether night time or morning...we go through phazes...i see the words as leaves.. in spring time they're forming..then i get a writers block in autumn..they're falling...//still i try and jot until a page is full...whether it is talented or not...that's debatable...too many times..i've been down in the place where i sulk...i need to try to find the strength to be able to pull..//myself up..and use this as a distraction...build a tree house or go swinging off the branches...it's like a beanstalk...stemming up to the clouds...so i climb high...hoping i don't fall to the ground...//see with my rhymes...i can get stuck in the profound...but really most the time..i'm just monkeying around...like a big kid...a lost boy...a mowgli...it's like i dunno where i stand unless i'm sat up in my poetree// ever since i planted...this tiny seed...i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee

And his art as well: www.deviantart.com/rickmalart/…

Description

My good friend RickMalArt wrote this wonderful piece called PoeTREE and asked me if I could draw something for it. This is what I created. Thank you so much Rick for giving me this opportunity. I feel very honored that I could illustrate your fantastic words!

Rick was so kind to let me post his poem/song together with the art:

i'm mental with it...droppin a flow...

if you've heard this voice before then you already know...

that..sometimes i crawl in a hole...

and need this like a tree needs sunlight and water to grow...//

we make works of art..jottin the prose...

like we don't use words and bars here..we use brushes and strokes...

it comes from the soul...

recently i've been slippin...i try to get a grip like cars when they're stuck in snow...//

in times like these..the way i find my feet...

is by climbing..up into my poetree...

scramble up the trunk and high to the greenary...

find a decent branch and sit lookin at the sights and the scenery...//

woooh man!...such views....it's breath taking...

it's where i go whenever i feel like escaping..

cos life's manic..it's leaving my head mangled...

so i'm just gonna sit here now and let my legs dangle....down//

ever since i planted...this tiny seed...

i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...

it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...

so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee

see when i'm up here..the mind goes exploring...

whether night time or morning...we go through phazes...

i see the words as leaves.. in spring time they're forming..

then i get a writers block in autumn..they're falling...//

still i try and jot until a page is full...

whether it is talented or not...that's debatable...

too many times..i've been down in the place where i sulk...

i need to try to find the strength to be able to pull..//

myself up..and use this as a distraction...

build a tree house or go swinging off the branches...

it's like a beanstalk...stemming up to the clouds...

so i climb high...hoping i don't fall to the ground...//

see with my rhymes...i can get stuck in the profound...

but really most the time..i'm just monkeying around...

like a big kid...a lost boy...a mowgli...

it's like i dunno where i stand unless i'm sat up in my poetree//

ever since i planted...this tiny seed...

i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...

it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...

so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee

Please go check out his post: PoeTREEi'm mental with it...droppin a flow...if you've heard this voice before then you already know...that..sometimes i crawl in a hole...and need this like a tree needs sunlight and water to grow...//we make works of art..jottin the prose...like we don't use words and bars here..we use brushes and strokes...it comes from the soul...recently i've been slippin...i try to get a grip like cars when they're stuck in snow...//in times like these..the way i find my feet...is by climbing..up into my poetree...scramble up the trunk and high to the greenary...find a decent branch and sit lookin at the sights and the scenery...//woooh man!...such views....it's breath taking...it's where i go whenever i feel like escaping..cos life's manic..it's leaving my head mangled...so i'm just gonna sit here now and let my legs dangle....down// ever since i planted...this tiny seed...i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee see when i'm up here..the mind goes exploring...whether night time or morning...we go through phazes...i see the words as leaves.. in spring time they're forming..then i get a writers block in autumn..they're falling...//still i try and jot until a page is full...whether it is talented or not...that's debatable...too many times..i've been down in the place where i sulk...i need to try to find the strength to be able to pull..//myself up..and use this as a distraction...build a tree house or go swinging off the branches...it's like a beanstalk...stemming up to the clouds...so i climb high...hoping i don't fall to the ground...//see with my rhymes...i can get stuck in the profound...but really most the time..i'm just monkeying around...like a big kid...a lost boy...a mowgli...it's like i dunno where i stand unless i'm sat up in my poetree// ever since i planted...this tiny seed...i've watched the trunk grow tall...and the roots grow deep...it's a place where i can go to put my mind at ease...so often i'll just be sat jottin up that poetreeeee

And his art as well: www.deviantart.com/rickmalart/…