The sacred tree
By Rose G
Published 8 August 2024
She sits on the ground
Her roots twist around
Rustling leaves
Trunk believes she could
Be the most powerful tree in the wood
Upon the night light fall looms
As the day turns to noon
The moon as dark as can be
The tree, the tree, the tree
She could
Be the most powerful tree in the wood
Acorns start growing
Tree starts throwing
All of them to the ground
Thump went the sound
None is greater than she.
The tree, the tree, the tree
She is the most powerful tree in the wood
The tree, the tree, the tree
Because she believed she could.