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The Tree Or Life
O' Majestic one Life giving one
So still, yet reaching far
To tremor and whine,grasp and respond
to the wind and ravages of time
O' little one, the liver of life
etching a path on the plate below,
laughing and crying through valleys and peaks
The chance of moments-a gift.
O' yes, what a choice presents to us all
As we abide in this place and time,
To stand as the tree reaching out to the heights
yet inert in our field of view
Or to flex with the ways and events all around
to feel and to love and to live,
Our choice my friends, our choice - yes, behold!
'cause fortune is ours that we be!
[This message has been edited by Lynda (04-28-2003 08:43 PM).]