Trees are our elders <br />we look up to them. <br />Their leaves shield us <br />from life’s harmful rays. <br />Their breaths are our breaths <br />as ours are theirs. <br />They dot and form our land <br />they are our world. <br />When we breath in the air <br />they are there. <br />Trees are from childhood memories <br />cocooned in their warmth. <br />Their greenery is a soft caress <br />of a loving mother. <br />Their hard bark is a place <br />for you to rest your back. <br />Their outstretched hands <br />dapple with the sun. <br />Trees are peace <br />they are hope. <br />When you’re down <br />they are up, supporting you with care. <br />Their feathery touch gently soothes <br />the ache and pain away. <br />Trees are life <br />both our beginning and our end.<br /><br />Brooke Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-64/
