Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Libra Tree

A Libra tree, she's much like me
She asks that I please keep her green
That way the forest clearly sees
The way in which she's meant to be
She wishes not to do you harm
To disrupt, argue, or alarm
Her job is purely to reflect
Identify and to reject
All that which is not harmonic
In disarray or chaotic
She teaches herself balance when
She sees the world through such a lens
And once she's grown, all in good time
The scales of justice do align