THE WISDOM OF TREES by Julie Redstone
I met a tree,
Its trunk was broad,
Its roots were wide as wide can be.
I asked to know
How old it was,
And what its heart had lived to see.
The tree replied, with voice so deep,
In patient tones, both soft and wise,
I am a part of Mother Earth,
So all has passed before my eyes.
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Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.........
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