on July 26, 2013 by lavenderdoors in Blossoms poetry and writing collection, Comments (0)
Looks like Acceptance
The season has stripped the tree of its canopy. The earthy colours of autumn are at their best. The tree has shed its display. Its last seasons experience. The tree depends on the seasons to continue its claim. Its designated spot has not moved. It looks towards the new dawn. It carries its seeds with the fierceness of a female lion protecting her cubs. It is shelter to the wildflowers which get moisture and food from their host. The birds are awakened by the dawn. The tree stands ready.
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