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Trees
You walk in and they automatically welcome you,
Their branches reaching out like arms,
The leaves beckoning like fingers.
They whisper at you,
Telling you their secrets
They reach out and embrace you,
Comfort you,
They listen as you spout your difficulties,
Their hearts feeling your pain,
And when you walk out,
They do not cry or bemoan their unhappiness
Because they know you’ll be back
They know you will come back to sit on their still legs
They know you will come and lean against their abdomens
And feel the peace of their calm presence
