I walked the path until a bend
And found a tree lay in my way.
I thought to only cross it
When I thought I heard it say,
"So old was I before this fall.
The marks upon my flesh are gray.
What you see is where I am.
I am not dead -
I placed my hand upon its flesh,
So dry and very aged.
I held the trunk close to my own
I listened to hear more
But the words were gone.
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