Mother Tree.

​​Oh, old tree,
Your branches hold me a sense of home, where I can be free.
For it lets me be,
Oh, so far! I see,
My heart feels like the sea
Tides collide against the shore
They strengthen my core.
 
Would you believe me if I said, "I heard an ant roar"?
Oh! A tree I wore,
On the tips of my shore,
Oh, the sea!
Let me see within me.
For abundance defines thee.
For love, the old tree swore.
Shall live forever more.