Rambling along in peace and sweetness
Welcomed by every flower and tree
One stands strong along the path
Calling out to me
Its flowers are soft its leaves are bright
It speaks in whisper and calls me friend
It beckons me over with scent and sight
Not once do I think its words pretend
Suddenly its branches grab at my hair
It pierces my skin I run in fear
It calls after me of a misunderstanding
It calls after me in a tone less demanding
Its apologies call me back once again
Like I fool I return for more pain
I am trusting & believe its apologies real
I like this tree it is friend...on occasion
It leaves me confused unsure how to feel
How can I forgive all the wounds and abrasions
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