Her Name is Maple

A supporting friend, tall and strong,

helps me find my balance.

Her presence is certain, 

never doubting our friendship.

Her skin is thick, where mine is not

defending us against the harsh elements,

that are thrown at us like stones to the crinimal.

She shades me from the sweltering heat,

and gives me a place to rest my weary body.

She flurishes each year, learning from all her trials,

and encourages the same from me.

She finds life in the sunlight, to let the world see her beauty.

and shows me how to blossom myself.

Oh, how I need you,

my friend, the tree. 


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