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Trees
I saw two trees
with tangled trunks
stand firm within
wild currents
of a secret river
both knew well.
They understood
the quiet strength
of holding on
embracing sun
reaching for sky
tending roots.
Perhaps they wished
for beating hearts
life eternal
or something more
to hold inside
their wooden shells.
Or nothing more
than gentle wind
to start again
their familiar dance
of leaf whispering
untold wonders.
Grateful
I beheld their grace
through quiet season
each sunset
one silhouette
to welcome stars.
They showed me
how to love
and last.
c. 2006
David M. Orr
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