Gabrielle L. Tastet

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The Tree - Poem by Gabrielle L. Tastet

A tree grows,
From my hopes,
My dreams,
My wishes.
My fears, are the leaves;
Sometimes they are there,
Other times they fall
To reveal my strong sturdy branches.
The color of my branches, it shows.
It may not be pretty
It is there,
It is bold.
It made the choice to be just that.
And as we drift from our families
And become the stars that surround our tree
Standing on our own
Closing in on the Moon
The world opens for us in a whole new way.
We can be,

Comments about The Tree by Gabrielle L. Tastet

  • Gabrielle Tastet (12/16/2011 12:20:00 PM)

    Thank you, It reflects my own as well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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