A Tree
I stand as a tree in winter
Bare and exposed
My branches reaching outward
I am not dead
But I am cold and alone
My emotions racing
From the tips of my branches
Through the trunk of my heart
To the roots of my soul
I feel your pain
I sense your sadness
I fear what you're afraid of
I experience your happiness
I waver in the breeze
I crack from the winds I bare
As my leaves blossom
I will shade and shelter you
I will hide all that is exposed
I stand as a tree....
-Mysty Rayn
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