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Mother Tree

Listen to me, your sacred tree mother Feel my bark against your finger tips I am the quiet when you are overwhelmed The strength of spirit when you are wounded child Lean against my trunk in your sorrow And I will give you my heart Hug me with your own dreams to encircle me And I will fill you with my energy I hold the song bird on my arms as they sing The sun rests warmly upon my shoulders, As it kisses my wrinkles with fortitude The laughter of the brooks voice uplifts my branches So when you caress me in your prayers Blessings of the forest instills silently with your faith Breath me in, breath my life Be my eyes as you walk through me Protect my wisdom so we can live in harmony You are in me as I am you The soul and decay that harbors the ancestors Keeper of secrets, stories, truth and myths Spread your arms wide while you root And you will know me completely 6-22-22

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Date: 8/1/2022 7:50:00 AM
Thanks you Linda.
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Date: 8/1/2022 7:23:00 AM
Arms spread awaiting...such a lovely evocative poem Jeanne. I enjoyed it very much. Linda
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Date: 6/30/2022 1:36:00 AM
I love this, Jeanne, at one with the tree, try my 'The old oak' poem, similar theme.
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