The Healing Tree

The many roots of this tree,

Twisted, exposed for all to see.

Its trunk thick and old, was,

Magnificent, perhaps because,

It held secrets, mystery, more,

This was but the central core,

For magic worlds hidden between,

The leaves, which could be seen,

And memories near and long ago,

Perched like blossom high and low,

But where was this tree firmly stood,

Not in a forest, or an enchanted wood,

It was there for the sick and the aged,

A remedy for feeling and being caged,

To where they could run and disappear,

Far, far away, but still quite near,

Escaping from the reality of the now,

Into golden moments beyond each bough.

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