The Tree

Oh my favorite tree
The gnarled branches hugging me tight
Pulling me in
Giving me happy and sad memories
Ones with the loved ones
Some with the saddened poor
Others with WAR as the big headline
The almost olive yet leathery leaves sweeping my face
Rubbing
Smoothing
Calming thy soul
Half the roots had been sucked up by the wind
Serving as thy seat to sit in
The tree was part of my soul
Part of me
It was so affectionate
Gentle
And kind
To me it was new
Fresh
To others it was
Old
Like a wilting flower
Dieing
Crying
Its branches were sturdy
Strong
Stalwart
Never giving in
The trunk was like a boulder
Not moving when needed
It was something to lean on when hurt
I could give the tree my secrets
To keep
Forever
Never letting me be solivagant
The tree was like a sister
When you were lonely
It accompanied you
Helping
Curing my wounds
Sealing them shut
A hollow part of the truck
A fine shelter
When it rained
shielded me
The tree prevented me
From falling
It encouraged me
Helped me
Tethered me
To be ambitious
Amiable
Compassionate
It was so heuristic
The tree,
Dotted with bright pink flowers in the spring,
Branches half bare in the winter,
Shady in the summer,
Cool in the fall,
Was half of my heart
That was how much space needed
to have a friend that was always there
Whenever you wanted
Forever
An everlasting love
And hope
For eternity
With the tree
The world was brighter
More vivid
More hopeful
With the tree,
Dreams weren’t just dreams
They were reality
A living dream
With the tree I was insouciant
The tree so free
With me
It was
So
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