The Tree on the Mountain

The tree on the mountan

Sprawling leaves like a fountain

So pleasant and green

Beckoning for me

To sit beside this tree

Home to bird and to bee

It’s old and gentle

Knots in its wood

Its branches are bent

It nearly speaks as if it could

This tree doesn’t judge me

Though wrongs I have done

It shines a sense of free

A sense of freedom

Posted in response to the challenge Setting.

WordMonkey

VT

15 years old

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