The Tree With Hands
I always wondered,
if trees could take on human traits.
As I sat under the tree with the long
and enveloping branches,
I felt the urge to stare.
I wondered if the tree would reach out to me
or if it would stay as it was,
flowing in the wind.
The hands would keep me in the shade,
which I was thankful for.
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