How it must be to stand firm tall
as a tree.
Oh the feeling of strength, its arms unfolded
toward the sky...
They keep me safe during a day..The sound
they make at night, while wind rustles through
their leaves..Soothes me helps me dream...
The tree, oh its beauty...there it stands..
There it stands, as strength to me.
Comments about this poem (Tree by Linda Lane )
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