The trees that stand so tall and proud,
With long, firm roots against the ground,
Might yearn for long lost sapling years,
And sap runs down their trunk like tears.
They wish to touch the fertile earth,
That mothered them ever since birth,
And live to see their seeds fall,
To become more trees, just as tall.
Copyright January 12, 2015 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
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