Restless Soul

You remind me of an old oak tree.
You've gained wisdom from your weathered experience.
Still, I think you've sacrificed more than your share in the process.
For God made earth your bed and your branches move freely.
Yet, when you accompany the wind aimlessly those branches become barren, you sacrifice beauty.

by Melissa Brume

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