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I walked out the door The wooden deck met As it always had Looking up I saw the tree Finally blooming In the spring All of the anger Frustration Pity and Depression Faded. Perhaps that's where I belong With that tree Beautiful in the summer Nostalgic in the fall Dead in the winter And in the spring Alive. The trees knew something How to balance life In a perfect way Every day good and bad The wind helped and hurt Green and awe Inspiring. I thought I might belong With them The trees Where the world of humanity Didn't matter Where the rise and fall created Wholeness. I was trapped With an idea of what The world was A tremulous chaos Each day A different and unknown Struggle. How I wish I were the tree That stood green With first bloom So still And beaconing Alone.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
The Gardener
I walked out the door The wooden deck met As it always had Looking up I saw the tree Finally blooming In the spring All of the anger Frustration Pity and Depression Faded. Perhaps that's where I belong With that tree Beautiful in the summer Nostalgic in the fall Dead in the winter And in the spring Alive. The trees knew something How to balance life In a perfect way Every day good and bad The wind helped and hurt Green and awe Inspiring. I thought I might belong With them The trees Where the world of humanity Didn't matter Where the rise and fall created Wholeness. I was trapped With an idea of what The world was A tremulous chaos Each day A different and unknown Struggle. How I wish I were the tree That stood green With first bloom So still And beaconing Alone.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
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