The Tree Speaks
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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