The Healing Tree
I bow before you in your splendor
Hoping for the love you render
Thy branches strong and coursing with bliss
My wish to become and share in this
Leaves of gold sparkling in primordial light
Always opening never hidden from sight
What I see
Envelopes me
For truth be known
Thy tree has shown
Thy tree is me
Copyright ©2006 Jim Samuel Hawks
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