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A Trees Persepective

I've seen you in this barren space Standing majestically tall, I've gazed upon your elegance From winter through to fall.

I thought of you, here all alone, Then these questions arose in me: Are you sad? Do you have a friend? Tell me, please, Lonely Tree. 'Lonely? I cannot say that I am, ' It seems I heard it say, 'For I have lots of company That visit night and day. Above, I have the puffy clouds, The warm sun shining bright; My arms caress the songbirds While they‘re resting from their flight. In darkness, I'm never alone For so many stars appear And cradled high in the sky, The golden moon is always near.

I have the wise old hoot owl, Night critters that stop by, The playful fish in the pond, The sound of a lone wolf's cry. Music plays through my limbs When tickled by the breeze; Crickets and jar-flies serenade Nature's song in melodious ease.' I said, 'My friend, you're right, These things I know are true. I'm glad I came to this spot And spent this time with you. Thanks for this tree perspective Your words have given me, How foolish I was to assume You were just a lonely tree.'

Loyd C Taylor

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