A tree that sways in every gust,
a tree that stands tall – it must.
Leaves of green, some gone brown,
some hold strong, some fall down.
I feel like a tree inside my heart,
the backbone of me is where it starts.
Swaying, swinging, reflecting light,
I stand tall like a tree, what might.
I can’t believe the strength I have.
I finally see life, on which to grab.
The love of my life in arms reach,
He who has so much to teach.
My life is new, its growing branches,
each day my tree of love is grander.
Nice poem Stacey!
You have a definite gift Stacey. Very proud to be your aunt.
Love it Stacey