The Mother Tree I miss her so much. One has many word, curling round it's arm. Her gnarled face twisting a smile for you as she takes you in her arms. There is always more to her than meets the unseeing eyes. She is unceremoniously glorious in every aspect. Her arms do get tired and do occasionally fail but I never give up on her. She has taught me to see the beauty of nature. And the wonder of spring.
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