Sun does sleep, awakens, the tree

Whispering secrets meant just for me

Cradling within its spindly arms

While mesmerizing with earthly charms

Tales of the days she was merely a seed

Fighting the ground, ‘twas her only deed

Wanting so much to break free from it all

To gracefully grow, stand strong & tall

To cast a shadow, against the light

And give me a place to hide in the night

 

Authors Note: This photo was taken from my backdoor during a lightning storm. The effect was quite intriguing and I felt it perfect for this poem.

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