There is a tree I know,
who's trunk arcs like a large bow.
I met her on a walk in the woods
nearby;
Her figure seduced me.
A little daunting,
I placed my hands on her mossy hips
and she spoke,
"I was blown over in a big windstorm.
But I wasn't ready to go.
I loved this sweet earth so much,
so I climbed my way back up."
Mmm...I hummed to myself and bowed in gratitude.
I, too, have come
so close to the edge...
but keep deciding
to bend toward the Light.
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