Tree
To feel the joy
of my transplant, caring hands
that touch my very soul,
the willing earth
where you placed me
blessed, by nature’s
incessant role,
the warmth of your regard
like wine transcends,
when the feeling of love
surrounds me.
Oh to be here
yet not alone,
beneath the azure sky
needing your care, and those
rolling clouds to come on by,
to be a part of this
complex simplicity
sculptured I am, with in
nature’s moods,
yet here in this corner
of your life,
forever let this be
our sanctuary!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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