He Stands

He Stands

My tree
He stands

He comforts me
He teaches
me

To sway with the wind
To endure the storm

To give and
receive from the
Earth

To allow visitors to rest in me
If they
wish
But to come and go at their desire

To change my presentation with
the changing seasons
But never my core,
To hold on with my roots
As
they give me life and the ground upon which I stand.

My tree

Oh
how I love thee

-Lori

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