What trees mean to me

This month I am taking part in rebeccas free verse poetry challenge, check out rebeccas blog, fake flamencos here:
May 2021 Poetry Challenge Fake Flamenco

They stand so tall
Sitting underneath them
Watching the world go by
Their branches reaching out
Like arms
Hugging you tightly
You can tell all of your secrets
To the trees
They will keep them safe
No one will ever know
Oh how I love
The trees

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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