The Guardian

by Matthew   May 13, 2008

The Guardian

Mother guards the yard, shading all she sees. The Matriarch of the neighborhood, the greatest of all the trees. Her greenleaves glisten, from the early morning due. Changing from light to dark as true beauty shows through.

The sun's yellow gaze fills her branches with light. The crystalclear water, shimmers and dances with delight. The music of her branches whistle in the breeze. Like the song of a wind chime swinging with ease.

The animals all gather, beneath her loving arms. Feeling safe and sheltered, protected from harm. I look out my bedroom window, and there I see a tree. Watching over my yard, safeguarding even me.

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