There is a tree
growing free
Branches stretching to eternity
It offers shelter in a storm
Gather near
The poor are here
I wrote this poem in response to Theresa May’s comment ‘money doesn’t grow on trees’ – this was to a nurse who hadn’t had a pay rise in 7 years
Her inner strength spread out, Winged with affection, She taught others its value, It wasn’t that she was made of stone, God, no! She was flesh and blood. Fragility echoed
Lakshmi This divine lady is associated with wealth, health, and happiness, she is the Empress of Indio mythology and beloved for her propensity to bring forth a bumper crop. Lakshmi
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