Poem: "The Wishing Tree"

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The Wishing Tree

By: Eve Estelle

Sitting atop an ordinary hillside,

A single tree stands tall and stately;

Its branches bow from the weight of wishes,

Of which there's been many lately.

On threads of silk, yarn, and rope they hang,

These cards containing dreams;

They dangle in the gentle winds,

They echo common themes.

From far and wide these wishes come,

None too big or small;

Through pouring rain or the frigid cold,

Someone's always there;

Made of paper but filled with hope,

These cards are hung with care.