Kate Wiley - M y Tree While Weeping Bitter Tears

My tree, while weeping bitter tears,
Its strong arms drooping, twisted low,
Low to my level-whispered songs
Its old heart knew from the long ago.

My tears weren't strangers to that tree
For it had shed some of its own.
Its knowing thoughts to me were dear
Those feelings no one else has shown.

I wrapped my arms around its waist
Dark leaves a hidden mystery spelt
Its shape with many secrets filled
Deep secrets I shall never tell.

In its rough bark and inner core
Where my heart found its solace long,
That only our communion held
Was of my tree and mine alone.

Kate Wiley

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