My Favorite Tree

Another poem for my husband

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My Favorite Tree


There is a tree that grows by a great lake
It’s old now,
mellowed and molded by wind and wave.
The cold north wind shaped the character
of the tree
year after year.
Over time, the tree learned to be patient
and bend
when the winds blew fiercely.
And it learned to love the Earth
from which it came.
And the Earth loved the tree too,
gently, softly, opening herself to the taproot,
consummating the bond between them.
The tree grew and flourished, and over time
It’s heavy boughs, like emerald waterfalls cascading,
Sweeping down to embrace its love,
Made a primitive, pristine, Bridal Bower.

And it was there....

That I wed Thee.....

Under my favorite tree.