see, there, the tree

see, there, the tree
her leaves branch out

look, there, it’s me
fist clenched with doubt


see, there, the tree
tall she stands though wind will come
and rain and hail will beat her boughs.

look, there, it’s me
small, hunched, silent, dumb
again, again, the clouds surround.

So brave and straight, majestic she,
So anxious, lost, miserable me.

see, there, the tree
branches reaching for the skies
though storms roll in, reaches on

look, there, it’s me
arms weakly, trembling, rise
I’ll lift my hands and raise a song

see, there, that tree
it pointed to the light

look, there, that’s me
I’m singing in the night.

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