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The Tree of Life
By Sonia Schreiber Weitz
Copyright © 1986
There stands a tree, a lonely tree
Planted for me in a hostile land
Planted with love by my father’s hand,
The day I was born.
The roots gnarled and worn, broken and twisted,
As if life ceased or never existed.
And yet, its’ limbs reach for the sun
And one (or two) with leaves
Green and tender, refused to surrender
And dared to survive. It is still alive.
I saw my tree, my birthday tree
Planted for me with my father’s hands
It stands defiant, haunted, lonely
The last, the only…the tree of life.