Driftwood
Life
gave
me
these
The
beauty
that
can
only
branch
in
trees
Who
are
content,
knowing
the
roots
securities
The
strength
to
stand
up
straight
and
bear
the
wings
Of
a
brave
ship
on
her
adventurings
The
bitterness
of
being
broken,
being
tossed
And
driven
on
the
waters
and
the
winds,
and
lost
In
desolation,
mist
and
stinging
foam,
And
being
beaten
back
at
last
to
home.
Now
love
has
kindled
me
Strange
that
my
beauty
of
a
dear,
green
tree
Should
vanish
into
smoke
and
memory.
Strange
that
the
strength,
magnificently
mine,
Should
fall
before
the
flame
without
a
sign.
But
oh
most
strange
that
bitterness
should
be
Drawn
up
in
color
after
color
out
of
me.
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