Tree - Poem by Linda Lane
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.
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