she stands alone, both tall and true
the perfect picture of solitude
the soul of a woman encased in bark
with limbs that move in a majestic arc
alone she's faced with the storms of life
the wind and rain, disease ans strife
others gave up, but no, not she
and there she stands for all to see
she's had her share of troubles and woes
but she made it through, and still she grows
like her i too know grief and pain
i've faced the wind, i've felt the pain
and like her too, i still stand tall
though life may beat me, i will not fall
it may throw punches, i may take a blow
but in the end i too shall grow
each storm i weather increases my strenght
and beneath this skin, my souls to thank
the elm and i, we know what to do
we count on ourselves, and make it through.
i dont take credit...i found it in my book and thought it was
cute
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