I Am
I am the wounded willow
The rush of sparkling streams
I am the dream that shall not die
The ground that cannot be moved
I am the woman at the well
A well that flows forever
I am the doe that leaps
The wren upon your hand
I am a birds heart
And an eagle soaring high
I am enchanted by the smile
Freely given without fail
I am the touch of friendship
Wound like vines around the heart
I am your aura
The magic within your mind
I am the roots of life
The branches bowing low
I am the wounded willow
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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