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Trees By Me

Thy sun shineth
        tis countenance,
Thy tree tis gift,
        sparse tis expanse,
Tree girth aloft,
        neath midst remain,
Flicketh light burst,
        art windows stain,
Thy trunk weigheth down,
        cradled youth,
Internal weaves
        exploit thine root,
Thine tree who hath,
        purged forth hugged vein,
Thereon, ventures
        art tis thy frame,
Thine tree fabled
        wondereth meant,
Twas learneth life begs
        tests twas meant,
Thine tree till naught,
        nor didst we toil,
Providence hadst,
        springeth thine soil,
God giveth life
        length thee savor,
Grace promised seed,
        tree thus favor,
Seasons race,
        due timely fashion,
Thy Divine hadst
        shewn compassion,
Thy poet writes
        praiseth said trees,
Songs shaped said tis
        sweet melodies,
Tis fool soon cools
        thine stubbled toes,
Twas well-rehearsed
        endowed said verse,
Thy quill be rested
        chapter close,
What said of trees
        God truly knows.

2020 February 12

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