Tree
I sit beneath it's massive boughs, the dappled sunlight by my feet.
Gentle breezes touch my cheek,bring scents of summer soft and sweet.
Rustling leaf sound fills my ears,communication wild and free.
Between us flows a silent love.
The old Beech tree and me.
Copyright © Annette Usher | Year Posted 2018
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