Daughter of the Wood
The tree stands out
A maiden with skin of bark
and hair of Spanish moss
Count yourself among the rare
to gaze upon her
So many pass, yet never see
Leaves that fall are her tears
Clear them away
Sign that someone still cares
Copyright © Dia Tucker | Year Posted 2012
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