Jan 10

Sanctuary


When other people look at my favorite tree, they just see a tree.

But when I look up at it’s canopy, it’s a blanket, covering the sky.

When I climb it’s thick, strong, branches, it’s a place to play.

When I watch the squirrels scurry up and down it, it’s a home. 

When I read, curled up in the crook of the branches, It’s magic.

When other people see my favorite oak, they just see a tree.

But when I look at it, I see a friend.
 
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