Madrone

Like the arbutus

She stands tall, magnificent

Facing the ocean, fiercely rugged

The wind howls, poised to fight

Beating her, whipping, pushing her back

Like the arbutus

She stands strong, magnificent.

Like the arbutus

She stands strong, resilient

Facing the wind, a survivor

The gusts bending her frame

Hitting her, pounding, pushing her back

Like the arbutus

She stands strong, magnificent.

Like the arbutus

She bares her soul, beautiful

Facing the beast, bowing to the pain

The elements challenging her soul

Splitting her, peeling, pushing her back

Like the arbutus

She stands strong, magnificent.

Like the arbutus

She clings to the cliffs, determined

Facing the pain, her heart pounding

The bark peeling to reveal an inner beauty

Surviving, smooth, sensual

Like the arbutus

She stands strong, magnificent.

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