The Tree

In the middle of the meadow she stands. Majestically reaching toward Heaven. Beautiful in her solidness, Patient and serene. From beneath her branches Kisses are stolen between lovers, Their initials etched within Proclaiming immortal devotion. She is an enduring sanctuary, Absorbing the suffering. Tears from broken hearts fall. She comforts the forlorn. Youngsters are tempted into her shelter, A magical secret hideaway. They clamber into her green haven, An enchanting retreat. Friends rendezvous beside her, A sociable meeting place, Intimacies are shared Amid her familiarity. For years she has stood proud, Her roots firmly grip the ground, So glorious and green. She is so much more than just a tree.