The Tallest Trees

She was strong, yes
She stood there as
the tallest tree
Rooted in her truth

She was brave, indeed
She let her heart guide her
Even when she needed
to jump in uncertain seas

She was a survivor, for sure
as she had gone through
the worse battles
But she held the sword
of her love in her hands
And no matter
how many times she fell
She always rose again

But even the strongest woman
Has her tears
And wants to sleep at night
Curled up like a small child
In the arms of the One
That makes it all worth to fight
In the arms of her tallest tree,
her divine counterpart



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