in the park
there’s a tree
that shadows the earth
protecting and wise
on days filled with rain
you will find me standing
at its base
all alone
in awe of its strength

in its mass
this grand tree
that shelters my body
trusting and open
on days speared with light
you will find me sitting
at its edges
all alone
in love with its filter

in its stance
this brave tree
that fuels my soul
worn and gentle
on days concealed in white
you will find me laying
at its mercy
all alone
in search of hope

some days I feel
that the tree and I
are one

© Copyright 2014 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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2 Responses to tree

  1. Uncle Tree says:

    A nice tribute, Melissa. 🙂 Well-said. I feel the same way — obviously.
    Have a great weekend! Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree

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