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The Playground Tree (Gwenda5) wk-2

The Playground Tree

For years it did not move

In the wind it no longer swayed

And when the children came to play

All its rickety branches stayed

It watched the kids move round

Wishing desperately to be seen

In a playground filled with laughter

Giggles and boisterous screams

The seasons came and went

But no attire was ever worn

It rooted alone to the ground

Where it silently would mourn

Till one fine windy day

A lonesome child came to sit

Nestled her head against bark

To cry just a little bit

Lonely tears slid hurriedly down

To crash onto the earth

Where dry was the hardened floor

And cold had been the dirt.

Little did she know

The power she unraveled

Where drops of hurt absorbed

Into feeble roots they traveled

The soil began to moist

The trunk grew a steady stern

Higher went the tree

Wider sprout its girth

And right before the eyes

Of every boy and girl

Its arms began to spread

Its leaves slowly unfurled

Till a verdant display of foliage

Gave a welcoming shade

To hover above the child

Whose tears had just been laid

Small faces came around

To stare in disbelief

At such a mystic wonder

Of a girl with her enchanted tree

The leaves began to dance

Around the fragile child

And everyone came together

To comfort her for a while

So from this moment on

Heads would rest on bark to talk

Whenever someone was lonely

Or little hearts felt very lost