Like a mustard seed
Planted in a garden
Grows to be a haven tree
For birds to perch and sing
For weary souls to rest
I want to be.
Once I was a hungry bird
A love-sick bird
A weary traveler
On my way.
Many gave shelter
And set the table for me.
Now I can spread my branches
And take some of the heat
So the broke down can rest
A spell in my shade.
© 2010 Julie Clark
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