My Tree
My Tree,Who stood against the wind.
Burnt herself in the scorching heat.
Got drenched,
in the thunderstorm.
Her long and beautiful branches...
Caressed me,
with her shady and comforty touch.
Her smooth and gentle sway..
Filled me,
With her sweet wooden scent.
Now my tree is gone.
Devoid of place,
Where I use to rest.
She was truly a magical tree.
Unlocked her door,
to unveil her mystery.
She gave me strength to carry on.
Taught me to be humble
and accept the truth,
that comes along.
I often go to the place,
Where once she stood.
Simply to sit and talk,
to be as ONE,
as we use to be.
My tree will always stand tall.
Providing shade and comfort,
to me,life long.
Don't you see,
Now I am the tree.
As she will rest
and grow within me.
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Written on 2010-09-16 at 07:07
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