©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!
A tree can be the most wonderful sort of friend, one that lifts you up when you are feeling nothing but down and helps you rise above the problems that beset you. Once we understand the healing nature of a friendly tree, we are never truly alone again. And that is a wonderful thing to know.
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