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The Tree

With bending bough the branches swayed to the rhythm of the wind

While falling leaves fell to its music

How green and restful it is to sit under the shade of the tree

While distant memories from yore come back to me

Some to bring love and joy, while others stir up unkind emotions


The tree evokes a spell on me

What is it I wonder that makes my tree so special to me?

The peace of sitting under its shady branches it brings to me?

The leaves swirling on the grass?

Or perhaps it's just me feeling the healing of the tree?

No matter what it instills in me

I love to sit, smile or weep under my tree

To unburden thoughts so dear to me

A place where time stands still

The body quiet and at ease


I love to sit under my tree

To lift my head up to the sun invigorating my soul

I thought

How precious is my tree to me

I say a prayer while head up high

To thank the creator of my tree

Which brings me warmth and love

While I sit here under my tree where time goes by as if it was yesterday

Where time waits patiently for me


With outstretched arms I place my arms across my chest

To feel the beating of my heart

And realize the miracles of thee and me

I walk away with lightness and love

From what my little tree has so generously given to me.

 

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