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Windswept Tree
I have been worn down
By the years and tears of rain
That fall from the sky
I have twisted myself in ways
That are only imaginable
To the naked eye
I have been molded and shaped
By what the world has done to me
I am constantly exposed
Yet I still dance in the breeze
I have shed my skin to take in
All that is warm and bright
All I carry has bent me
Still I pull myself to great heights
My form and frame is stronger
Than any heart may know
Even though you can plainly see
How difficult my journey has been
You can only imagine what I must have endured
To see the beauty within
Come study every nook and cranny
And learn the message of my heart
As I stand strong and steadfast
My beauty and pain for all to see
Learn the stories of my soul
Lean yourself against me
Feel the warmth and shade I hold
You can sense the memories
Of all who have stopped here
I am so much more you see
Than a Beautiful Windswept Tree
By the years and tears of rain
That fall from the sky
I have twisted myself in ways
That are only imaginable
To the naked eye
I have been molded and shaped
By what the world has done to me
I am constantly exposed
Yet I still dance in the breeze
I have shed my skin to take in
All that is warm and bright
All I carry has bent me
Still I pull myself to great heights
My form and frame is stronger
Than any heart may know
Even though you can plainly see
How difficult my journey has been
You can only imagine what I must have endured
To see the beauty within
Come study every nook and cranny
And learn the message of my heart
As I stand strong and steadfast
My beauty and pain for all to see
Learn the stories of my soul
Lean yourself against me
Feel the warmth and shade I hold
You can sense the memories
Of all who have stopped here
I am so much more you see
Than a Beautiful Windswept Tree
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