Long ago I
learned how important,
It was to be
like a powerful tree,
As I grew in
wisdom and stature,
There were
those who relied on me,
At first I
was merely like a shade,
To protect
visitors from the sun,
As I grew
wiser I slowly realized,
My branches
were for everyone,
Then I
became a resting spot,
For those
who were passing through,
My branches
as a social gathering place,
Became
important for those who flew,
And finally
groups came by,
Content that
I was safe and secure,
I didn’t
charge any to stay,
Because my
heart was willing and pure,
My roots
stretched wide and deep,
Within the
clay packed ground,
And all the
denizens within the dirt,
Were proud
that I was earthen bound,
I had chosen
where to place my roots,
I needed a
strong unmovable base,
When
ferocious storms came through,
I wanted to
be ready just in case,
Yielding
only to the harshest of winds,
Often I was
unable to save the nests,
Or protect
those who depended on me,
But I still chose
to remain and do my best,
I didn’t
mind being rooted to the ground,
Traveling was
something I didn’t need,
I chose to be happy where I was planted,
I decided
that as a seed,
My visitors
and the winds kept me informed,
About the
bigger earth around,
But I was as
happy as I could be,
Content with
the world I’d found,
Like a tree
I didn’t travel far,
Though my
thoughts and wishes flew,
And my
dreams and hopes were carried about,
By those who
cared and knew,
My home has
been available to everyone,
My arms have
opened wide,
Like a tree
I stand with arms upraised,
While my
heart beats warmly inside,
“Do you mind
being anchored to the ground?”
Some people
dare to ask,
I smile and
say, “I’m like a tree,
I have a
bigger task.”
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