Grateful for this time to think
Grateful for this flowing ink
I stand alone with branches wide.
Feeding from uncertain roots
Tangled in weeds
Diseased in places
Praying to God this does not hamper
My beautiful branches
That flourish and sway
In a world of love and magical fantasy
Of these branches I am so proud
That steer me on to kill those weeds
To heal the disease lest it spread
And join with them in their daily song
Of love and laughter and joyful glee at being part of this unique tree.