Trees
I sit by my window
And watch the trees glow
They are lovely to my sight!
I can't ask for more despite.
I behold their leaves; they seem to reach
Something upward like a beseech
For blessings of sunshine and rains
Like praying hands of fettered pains.
(Info about the poem : From ancient wisdom, TREES are symbols of physical
and spiritual nourishment, transformation and liberation, sustenance, spiritual
growth, union and fertility)
Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2014
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