I sit beneath your weather beaten branches.
Your lace-like leaves protect me from the golden radiant rays.
Soft spring wisps surround me, tickling my skin in the gentle breeze.
Graciously you share your shade with us,
Offering comfort and protection,
Standing strong.
Cradling a birds nest tenderly in the crook of your branches.
My house is on wheels and so transient.
Sheltering it near you gives me a sense of stability and sanctuary.
Only you know how many animals including humans have taken refuge, in and under and around your beautiful branches.
I am grateful to be one of those.
Wandering Spirit 
Love the poem/prose comments and pictures. Good thoughts.
Thank you Reine. I love trees.
so lovely.
I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree…
🙂
Mesquite is my favorite tree. Each tree has a story to tell. Let me know when you’re in the Palm Springs area…..we have Starbucks!
The little Mesquite leaves are so delicate and lace like, and the bark is so rough and tough…really an interesting tree.
Yay Starbucks! If I head your way, I’ll let you know Ronnie. 🙂
Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer. That little poem is so simple yet beautiful. And so well known!
Beautiful my friend….enjoy.
Thank you Marie. Trees are inspiring.