Love of a Tree


A tree blowing so
softly in the wind, whispers
out a kind word for him.
This tree loved a man that
always walked by her.
She would always lean her branches
as far as they would go
towards him. He never realized
she was even watching. He would
always just walk on by. This tree
Grew older and older and one day
died. That is when he knew she
loved him.

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