Grace Wright


Grace Wright:

You remind me of a willow tree

that bends and sways in the wind.

Leans ever so gently, in its way,

over a lake

as if to take a drink

of the cool, clean water.

If one were to stand under that tree

they could not help but feel its peace,

its gentle manner, and graceful care.

Its fullness of being.

Having paused and felt it

the wanderer could not help but feel

refreshed

in mind,

in spirit,

in heart.

Embraced as they are by the trees joy

its simple joy

at having lived a life

and felt a breeze

and helped a stranger.

You often remind me of a tree.

Thank you for your shade

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