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A Tree


O’ how I’d long to be a tree

To be so free

To blow in the wind

And to never bend


To stand in a majestic awe

To be so beautiful, even though, there might be a flaw

To grow intensely strong

And to live o’ so long


To have an open spirit

That creatures desire to be near it

To always have an available seat

And to withstand the extreme heat


To have the courage to endure

The storms that will come for sure

And to have the understanding to know

That it’s outer beauty will surely go


But, because it is rooted

It will stand, although, it goes through it

And once again it will flourish

Because it has the hand of God that will nourish


Peace and Many Blessings,

La Royce