A peaceful quiet place is just the right place for me.
In a tree I can wail and smile.
A tree will always listen during rough and great times.
More people like me, should listen to the whisper of a tree.
The way it tells your soul to remember and forget all at the same time.
I wail in the branch of the tall camouflage oak in the field where grass and wildlife dance with
the sun and the moon.
Beyond my tree lies billions of more trees, waiting patiently to be spoken to.
Waiting patiently until someone appears to wail and find a peaceful quiet place.
A place in their heart where they know the tree will always listen and faintly whisper back with
the light summer breeze that moves the grass and leafs.
A tree that continuously calls for love by waving her leafy arms and cries with a creak of her
branch.
Waiting patiently for someone to rest on the branch of her strong arms.
My tree is stronger with me and knows it must be strong through the storm so it can guide me
with strength through my own storms.
I listen to the whisper of a tree when I can’t find someone to guide me through rough and tough
times.
It’s peaceful and quiet when you listen to her whisper as she speaks with the wind and the
rainfall.
As you can both listen to each other as the sun dies down in the warm mid-summer.
This is why I listen to a tree, so I always have someone right beside me.
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