My Tree

The leaves from My Tree float down and around me like a snow fall in winter.
I hear the voices of the forest calling to me.  
The feel of the dirt under my bare feet is welcoming.
My hands reach out towards My Tree as it caresses my face.
The moss covered roots are summoning me to them and I willing comply to their request. My mind is filled with the scents and sounds of Mother Earth as I sink down to the throne of moss and roots.
My body is released from the tension that had imprisoned it.
The feel of My Trees bark is comforting against my back.
The soft whisper of the creek running through My Tree is like a lullaby.
My Tree comforts me while I sleep in its embrace.
It does not let anything interrupt me as I rest.  
My Tree is more than a tree, it is a Warrior from Mother Earth herself.
The element of Life.

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