A tall pine stands, a friend I see,
Along the path, just like me.
Roots run deep, I feel it too,
Connected close to sky so blue.
Sunlight warm, a gentle breeze,
Charging up with nature's ease.
By the lake, the water bright,
Filling me with calm and light.
The woods breathe deep, a gentle sigh,
Filling me 'neath sun and sky.
By lake so still, the power flows,
Nature's gift, the spirit grows.
No squirrel climbs my trunk so wide,
But if they do, I'll stand with pride.
Like the stronger pine, I'll stay and be,
A piece of nature, wild and free.
T.M.Solvang
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