Her thorns are a mystery
each a sweetbrier
of history
With roots running deep
there’s strength
in her beliefs
She reaches for the sky
no rhymes or reasons
to justify
Thriving in a cold world
fighting for space
to unfurl
Bestowed by unique beauty
I find myself beguilingly
on duty
Barren of emotional leaves
yet still a formidable
tree, needs
Note: These trees are in my neighborhood, I’m not certain what they are, but Google indicates this is a floss-silk tree common in California.
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