Earth's Call
A tree's old branches grew toward the sky
And sought to touch the moon in her ascent.
His aim was too elusive to defy
Earth’s call, so then the tree more gladly lent
His crown to nightingales, which sang on high,
With gratefulness, their passions tree-ward bent.
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