Hugged by a Tree
It had been a bad day:
traffic, too much to do, too little time
supper burned, kids crying, and husband grumbles.
I step outside, overwhelmed,
I go to her, she has become my best friend through the years.
Tall and strong, her branches reaching heaven,
roots grounded deep.
This time of year her leaves are golden, orange and crimson.
I wrap my arms around her and sigh.
Her bark is cool against my cheek.
Her leaves rustle and I hear her say,
“Let go child, I am here”.
I feel her heartbeat a low rumble.
It stills my own racing heart.
I lean in, wishing to melt into her.
Time slows down.
I sense her spirit, calm and quiet.
Now with a lighter heart,
I return, kiss my husband, hug my children,
and rest in peace.
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