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	Tree of my Soul The ill winds are free to blow Against the supple tree of my soul. They sow the chance For my leaves to dance And swirl about in the force. Like a tree that stays the course Against the gales of its life, I will not fail, or rail at strife If storms break my branches I'll take my chances. If I'm blown over, I will not die. I'll forgive, so my spirit can fly. Not to fight but to look for the trail From murkiness to my Holy Grail. A gap in the woods will let insight Brighten the forest floor with light. And show the winds that we are ONE Where together we'll live under the sun. And where my soul can releaf and grow Trees and breezes CAN blow with the flow. -By Melanie Anderson Back to Healing Poetry index page