The Tree


The curve of her limbs
The sway of her trunk
The lay of her leaves
The strength of her roots
She stands tall, proud
From such a small seed
Planted with love
Before the spring rains
Could wash her away
She will stand watch
For decades to come
Over the lands
Over the hands
That helped her grow
Into the beauty
She has become

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