Posted by: syncopated1 | November 30, 2011

The Tree

I have stood tall,

strong,

before Northern winds.

My limbs grown broad

lifting the weight

of me

toward the Sky.

But now the winds falter and

change. I turn my

Face with the new direction:

The breeze blows fair,

warm and kind.

I yearn to lift

my Roots and

Stride.

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