The branch seemed to hold so much weight
bends and bows
to the music of the wind.
Beguiled and enticed
within mysticism.
Yew trees are the harbingers
of both death and life,
Willow bark can cure a headache.
To sit under,
when times become confused
diluted, polluted and strangely amusing.
I stare at this tree,
knowing someone else has chosen it,
stand protected, whilst the storm passes.
Holding onto one branch,
that I know will take my weight
and the world with it.
Just one, big enough for me
illness will free
nursing will visit me
it's wondrous cures.
Are laid,
stripped and bare bark
Just for me
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