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The Protectors

THE PROTECTORS

They had stood over me since my birth

Watching, Protecting

Heads bowed in respectful silence

Friends who gave so much

Yet asked for nothing

 

I grew up sheltered by their love

Safe in their strength

Knowing that one day

I too would stand high

And bask in the light of life

 

Eventually they fell

One by one

Giving more light each time

Allowing me to reach ever higher

Until I too became a Protector.

TreesEnvironmentNature

◄ Waiting for peace

Morning Glory ►

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