The Tree
The tree relaxes in the soil,
Tranquil like a freshly brewed pot of tea.
The tree is my rock,
Formidable and resilient as a soldier.
The tree is a mother,
May it provide for generations to come
The tree is a dancer
Its grace is for many, and it serves others with benevolence.
Copyright © Bridget Williams | Year Posted 2022
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