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May 2018
My knees caress the soft soil
In the shade of a giant.
A kind giant of course,
My very own BFG.

He brings me life,
My very own breath.
He is a generous giver,
Never expecting anything back.

In the autumn,  
Parts of him fall,
Storms of orange and yellow
Obscuring my vision.

He waits for me in the morning,
Standing in my yard for eternity.

In the summer,
I seek his refuge,
Cool shadows lessening into
A blissful comfort.

To this sweet maple I'm grateful.
Inspired by The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein and The BFG by Roald Dahl
Written by
shinyewon  18/M/Pennsylvania, USA
(18/M/Pennsylvania, USA)   
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