Why trees make me cry – a nature poem

Trees are not merely trees in my eyes,
They are majestic,
Humbling, 
Knowledgeable,
Gifts.
They carry stories of all they have seen.
They have endured storms, 
Shocks, 
Droughts,
Invaders,
And still they stand tall,
Take all the harm and hurt and grow through it, 
Beautifully,
Solemnly,
Seemingly, perfectly.

By Charlotte Hings

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