A lone tree , on a hill high above the water line ,
Strong and beautiful, healthy, rooted and resistant.
From its perch above the valley below , she can see the seasons change ,the river when it brings high water , and when the river brings it’s drought.
She is connected by soil, and the roots of many before her, and around her. She’s knows me ,
This tree is home to a bird that sings , and a owl that sleeps.
She dances between the wind and breeze , green , yellow orange and Red.
Her strength and dignity , which are drenched in tranquility, are shown in her ability to be set apart for all the rest ... She is wise and has grown under many moons , and many suns.
This tree is Hope, love , strength , passion, survival.
And truth be told , I want to be beside her every day.