I feel my poetry has improved since I first joined DA (I am not talking about this poem but my poetry in general). This poem is about the process of creating and how I have learned that less can be more.
I took my friends on a treasure hunt and I showed them nature alone, they were disappointed. Here are my bare hands, unadorned, and now you tell me it was the clothes and jewels I used to wear that you loved, not me.
Here is a tree, unadorned. It may be deformed and ugly, but it is a tree. I hope you get the message, friends.