as I sit in your shade and pray?
Will this iron bench support my worries
as they grow throughout the day?
The wind feels it may sweep me
down the road to oblivion.
Can you bear my burden old oak
as I search my depths within?
Slowly I uncover and peel my bark
My history and maze.
I'm not as strong as you are
I'm lost in the foggy haze.
How do you stand and weather all?
Day in and out so straight.
You stretch across the acreage
The universe and sky
You birth each spring a new life
and in fall your children die.
Large as life you continue
Come back stronger and so right.
I lay my burdens on your root
My blood seeps into your ground
If I cannot keep my life alive
I donate it to your own.
--Diva
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