Tree
My leaves change color
Others have noticed
In the winter
I have no leaves at all
Rocks surround my roots
I stand here in the driveway
Unnoticed, most of the time
The wind blows me
Gales assault me
Still, I grow
A little more every year
You don’t see me
But I’m here anyway
A lonely tree.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: your tree’s
story
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