"Embracing Trees"

Childhood memories spent in the grove;
Under the boughs of trees;
Of days gone by where I would laugh;
And feel the touch of each breeze;
The branches seemed like fingers reaching;
Trying to touch my face;
Like they wanted to know how I felt;
O' gentle leaves of silken lace;
Your softness floats along the wind;
A sweet lulling as your branches;
Dancing to and fro;
Soon autumn will come and change it all;
For then shall come the winter snow;
Then there is the wait again;
Until the coming of a new spring;
Then your branches shall once again;
Hear the birds that sing;
I will once again be with you;
And sleep beneath your fingers;
We will watch the sun together;
Recollecing each day that lingers;
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In the sweet memory:

~Moses~
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