Strong root deeply planted

Firm within mother Earth’s womb

Cradle within the folds of her breast

Gently nurtured by her rich flowing milk

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many a tempest have blown your way

trying as they might to take you away

not for your benefit or for your gain

but to remove you from where you must remain

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With every wind that blows your way

Mother hold you tighter and tighter still

Yes there have been times of bending and swaying

Bowing your head with shaken will

Bending like a bow but never to be broken

Like the giant Oak dancing with the winds of life.