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The Tree Speaks

Long ago I stood beneath a shady limb And cried out, so heavy was my heart Wondering if I had chosen wisely Fear and uncertainty tearing me apart It spoke to me in the rustling leaves Stories of all the things that it had seen How the years had honed its truths The good, bad and the in-between There was music in the swaying branch There, cradled in a its peaceful grace Came a quiet acceptance of life's path And I wept in nature's sweet embrace...

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Date: 7/10/2013 9:46:00 PM
I have a love for trees too. Two of my poems I stand Alone and Sixth sense have to do with the magnificence of trees. Loved you sentiments.
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