Tree – beautiful cherry tree
Oh, if you could speak to me
Tell me your stories of days gone by
You who feels all
and remains unmoved
When I was a child
I climbed your branches
grandfather limbs outstretched
holding me up like an offering
to the sky
Under a canopy of leaves,
every shade of green reflected
sunlight through cellophane
Where soft breezes kissed my cheeks
I found my quiet sanctuary
and dreamed
In the summer time
you carry me to my youth
so far away
abandoned
still swinging on a wooden swing
bound with rope to you
Magnificent, majestic, ancient
Cherry tree – I revere you!
I remember your strength
I am a tree hugger
enjoying with delight
the rich, ripe, fruits of your labour
All is gone now
But you still stand tall
Hold your ground
I hope they never cut you down
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