My Tree

Sun, 12/29/2013 - 14:59 -- cashams

Long ago, I found a tree.

Alone it stood by the sea.

I went beneath its brilliant shade

And all my troubles there I laid.

To the tree, at night, I stole

And released the sorrows of my soul.

Everyday, until my time grew slim,

And the day my tomorrows ceased to begin.

But even now, I visit my tree:

My heart unburdened, my spirit free.

 

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