The Hidden Caretakers
Within every tree lay a spirit,
the sprite that cares for it.
Feeding, watering, nurturing it,
ss if it were its’ own offspring.
The hidden caretaker spirit
that endures within the wood
echoing a tree’s elation
at it’s own existence as it
revels in the gentle caress of Mother Earth.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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