Tree

It's the promise exhaled,
The hope inhaled.
It is the promise of life renewed,
In spinning circles, a snake unto itself, eating.
It is the strength in adversity,
Fire and flood, rain and ice.
All grace and majesty,
tall and magnificent
Against skies of clouds and stars.
It is safe on high cliff or low shore.

It is the roof of security,
The support of family.
Adaptable, excepting;
Yielding, yet sturdy.
It is the leaf for philosophy, a place for love's passion.
It is the place where writer’s' store their treasures.

It is rising high out of the muck,
Always reaching.
It is old and wise, guarding.
It is past, present, and future.

Grab hold and hang on.
In peace and meditation, listen.
Let it teach, let it shelter.
Remember and use it well.


With love,

Your brother-in-law, son-in-law, or whatever I am,


--Roy Edward Power 23 December 2016. Christmas Poem.

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