Don’t we all have a place we go to be alone with our feelings? Someplace we feel safe and secure?
Out yonder in the meadow, where the Foxtail sway,
A lonely tree stands, a guardian of the day,
Large branches cover, the sky above,
A secret keeper, a labor of love.
Beneath its shade, where the leaves unfold,
A refuge lies, where tears can be told,
A private place, where hearts can break,
And sorrow's weight, a release, can shake.
Its leaves whisper low, a gentle hush,
As acorns fall, like tears in a rush,
The tree's strong arms, a sheltering solace,
A sanctuary, where heartache takes place.
Here, one can weep, without a sound,
And let the tree, their sorrow surround,
Its ancient heart, a witness true,
A keeper of secrets, old and new.
In autumn's embrace, when leaves fall down,
Beneath the wise old tree, a heart does pound,
Of laughter, tears, and all in between,
A weeping soul renews, and joy may be seen.
So give the tree, your sorrow to share,
And in its shade, find comfort there,
For in its heart, your secrets sleep,
And in its arms, your soul can keep.
J Perkins