As a wizened old tree, scarred and weathered,
My roots go deep, I’m anchored and tethered.
To my patch of life, to my fate, my home,
No longer like young seeds who dream and roam.
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Wonderful metaphor. I love old trees that have weathered all seasons. We can draw inspiration from them. Kindest regards, Sandra