The Tender Tree

Light, when it is just right
And surrounded by
The proper kind of shadow,
Can isolate a young tree
In all its vulnerability.

Standing alone on a green lawn,
What will become of it,
Who will befriend it?

A family of finches may proclaim it home,
A surfeit of squirrels may curl up
Underneath its crown of green leaves,
But for now it is alone and very young.

Feel for the meek among us;
Give comfort while you may.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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