A Tree In the Harbor
Waves crashing at me feet, noble tall as I stand.
The beauty I see beyond me, tides washing in the sand.
Bright sunny days, to mist in the mornings.
Cold winter chills, see the whales adjoining.
No other life but this ocean to imagine.
Picture perfect memories, a life not meant for a cabin.
The years have slipped by, for even a friend I could not tell.
My roots have grown down deep, for my solitude suits me well.
To the east and the west, south as far as the eye can see.
My territory I claim proudly, belonging to only me.
I could never miss a friendship, A love bringing me such glee.
Reminiscing shared tide risings, ship sailing mad at sea.
Ask me why I grew here, for that I could not tell.
The wreckage from a past life, for a witch cast my spell.
A smile, I will smile; My best I will always be.
Enchanted for whatever reason, is perfectly fine by me.
In sight my green leaves flourish, growing taller by salty sea.
The world will know of my beauty, from the lighthouse tall like me.
Control casted light, during the storms jilted hour.
A guide of protecting beams, illuminated star built tower.
A Chelsea between us, ships resting, white caps sighted.
If someone were to look here, off ports path, to be united.
My secrets buried treasure, moonlit travel, capsized martyr.
My worth to yet be known, a tree in the harbor.
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