Who is She?


PO Box 484
United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

She weeps tears of dew;
Her humble boughs sigh.
Wind becomes her grace,
And the sun her hope.

She shields clouds of rain;
Veils her heart in leaves.
Weather won't weaken,
Her roots sink to deep.

She in still, dances;
Others stay rigid.
Blossoms gold in spring;
Yellow blaze in death.

She returns a queen;
A lofty castle,
With many a wing.
Waving hill of grass.



There is some beautiful imagery going on in this piece!


Thanks, I just got inspired while studying psychology. Crazy right.

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