The Trees

I'm a small tree
But live to be
They keep cutting off my branches
Because they can't see
I say, "Hey,
Aren't we all free.
What are you doing cutting on me"
But not matter what they try
I grow anyway

Now there was a big tree
Who loved me
As soon as she saw me
She knew me
And when she held me
She felt me
Strong enough to love
She knew how to handle it
Where are you now
I need you
To hold me
I need a little security

If I don't find you
I won't die
Trees are strong
And they live long
But without you
I can never be as strong
As I could be

By:  Roger Harkness



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