You Are My Tree - Poem by Sister Frances

Sometimes you're my tree
Just some familiarity
Yes your leaves change
Gold and then green
And sometimes they
Disappear and aren't seen
But the trunk stays there
Even if it appears cold
And grey and bare
I still find pleasure to
Stand and stare
There's comfort to lean
Sometimes against you
To hide in your shade
When the heat burns through
Hold onto you tight when
The wind blows too
Can I carve my name
And leave a piece of me
Forever cut in you
Will it hurt your bark
For a tree bleeds too

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