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The Tree

posted 1 Mar 2019, 01:28 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 1 Mar 2019, 01:28 ]
I Hug Mother Earth Grounded in Her richness My Arms reach out to the heavens Dancing in the wind I offer my canopy as Sanctuary, Sheltering and nourishing I have writhed in the storms, scarred and aging.... Remaining grounded in Mother Earth As I stretch toward the heavens, The tree and I are one.... Claiming our place in the sun.

By Susan Nelson

Tags: Grounding, stability, equanimity