The Tree
The tree stands like a sentinel, Its branches high against the blue, Waving softly to the breeze, A quiet giant clad in green, As time drifts by it, slow and sure, With roots deep planted in the earth’s embrace.
- Amy Lowell
The Tree
The tree stands like a sentinel, Its branches high against the blue, Waving softly to the breeze, A quiet giant clad in green, As time drifts by it, slow and sure, With roots deep planted in the earth’s embrace.