Sat. Dec 14th, 2019

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THE TREE THAT GAVE ME SHADE

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When the rains came,

You gave me your arms.

Your branches didn’t deny me the shade I needed when the sun was up.

Your root went deep into my marrow and if the heart were a tissue, that land would have been fertile for your growth.

On your stem, I found refuge while inhaling fresh oxygen.

Why did you fall?

Should I decide to run for cover, where do I go?

Where are your branches and where are your roots?

You were so useful I almost forgot the sun and the rain.

Your fragrance was my perfume. Long lasting, sweet and feminine

Your root has left a shaft that sand cannot fill neither can erosion wipe away the memories of where you stood.

While I get a tree that will give me shade, make sure you get a better place to plant yourself.

Ambijay

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