©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
My very best friend is a tree.
He lifts me up and sets me free.
In his strong arms, the sun draws nigh;
his leafy patterns paint the sky.
My dark blue skies turn brighter then,
And my poor heart grows green again.
The wonder of it heals my soul;
and I rise up and find me whole.
I spent some quality time among the trees yesterday. It always does me good.