written by: Janette Marie
What I wouldn't give for just one moment to live
sitting on the branches of you the giving tree
to feel the gift of your branches
to see the view only you can give
you the giving tree.
Will your view inspire my hands
to write the words given
will your branches sustain the energy
to move my pen across my paper
to lay upon its lineless existence
the words given to rhyme with my soul.
