My tree, while weeping bitter tears, <br />Its strong arms drooping, twisted low, <br />Low to my level-whispered songs <br />Its old heart knew from the long ago. <br /> <br />My tears weren't strangers to that tree <br />For it had shed some of its own. <br />Its knowing thoughts to me were dear <br />Those feelings no one else has shown. <br /> <br />I wrapped my arms around its waist <br />Dark leaves a hidden mystery spelt <br />Its shape with many secrets filled <br />Deep secrets I shall never tell. <br /> <br />In its rough bark and inner core <br />Where my heart found its solace long, <br />That only our communion held <br />Was of my tree and mine alone.<br /><br />Kate Wiley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/m-y-tree-while-weeping-bitter-tears/
