The Tall Trees

They stand tall. They shouldn’t fall.
The tall trees started as seeds.
They’ve helped me write and read.
They stand tall, and most of all,
they help all life: big or small.
These tall trees make me drop
to my knees and ask: “Please,
please don’t ever leave” –
I search high and low to know
which direction you will go.
Like a long arm, your branch
points to a dark path.
“That way?” I say as I laugh.
You shake your leaves and make
me believe that I will succeed.
I visited the tall trees and left
feeling euphoric. I was feeling
myself, again. A breeze pushed
me toward a new world.
I thanked the tall trees
for being the strength I need.

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