Ode Owed to a Tree

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©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson


When life is getting hard for me,
I climb up in my favorite tree
and look down on the world below
where grass is green and flowers grow.

I start to feel good sitting there,
secure within my branchy chair.
Up high, the things that made me frown
look way too small to bring me down.

The sky’s more blue; the sun’s more bright,
and all my dark clouds turn out white
when I climb up my favorite tree.
Oh, what a friend he is to me!

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