The Tree - Poem by Lauren Saari
A tree stood so strong on top of a hill.
It was majestic and handsome, gracious if you will
It was a shelter to some, to others a toy
Just to be with the people brought the tree great joy
But at night no one saw the beating it got
The horrible, bone chilling beating it got
The wind was not friendly, not friendly at all.
Compared to the wind the tree was very, very small.
It rustled its branches and shook off its leaves
The tree was to shaken to ask it to leave.
But as dawn came up and the wind went away
Leaving the tree in its poor, poor state
The tree stood up tall like it had before
Trying to hide all the bruises and sapping sores
The wind can huff and puff but it won’t blow this tree down
For its roots and buried deep in the ground
So this tree stood so strong on top of a hill
It was leafless and broken but beautiful still
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