| My Sanctuary |
| My mind still blazes from the ridicule and pain As I climb up high with so many things swarming around my brain. I talk out loud to sooth my soul. When I finally reach the branch I normally sit on, I talk about what's on my mind, Just to get it out of my system. Occasionally I sit and draw what's bugging me, Or I sit and write some poems. I consider my trees sanctuaries, The kind that sooth my soul. They are a monument to Heaven and Earth As they stand tall and erect. I love it when the big tulip popular buds And blooms And grows. It's my favorite tree because up top it's like you can touch the heavens. Sometimes I wonder how my life would differ If I couldn't climb these trees, For way up there It's like another world. For it is my sanctuary, My life, No... My soul. |
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