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.