Tree

sunbeams through the moss

Birds repose on her,
many depend upon
her.

A refuge is she,
to the tired traveler.

She holds her head high,
reaching upward to the
sun.

Brave, she faces every
storm.

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About TA Sullivan

An author, writer, photographer, and fellow life traveler who offers her wit, wisdom, and stories with others who share her path, if even for a moment.
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