Walk with me through the trees
And let's talk as we walk
Share heart's stain and the pain
Current threats, past regrets
As we hike, primal strike
Tree branch breaks, tree limbs shake
With loud crash limbs whiplash
Still tree stands on the land
Tree will heal from ordeal
Trunk will mend, scar will blend
We can be just like tree
Withstand change that feels strange
With life's twists, still persist
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Lyrical Porch II
PoetryCome sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
