My Spirit Tree

In the gloom, I awoke as an oak tree. So relieving to have been left alone. Moonlight purifies broken canopies, Highlighting every feeling that I’ve grown. It saves time being good without trying, And they rely on me, crying they seek, My deep-rooted bones, safely supplying, Boughs they can rely on when they feel weak. I know where I begin and end out here. Helps me find balance when strong winds arrive. The older I get, seems less I hold dear, Mind me for missing in all of your lives. If you find it hard to sleep sound tonight, Pretend that it’s me out in the moonlight. May 29, 2023 Sonnet Poetry Contest sponsored by Sotto Poet