Humble Tree
The humble tree standing strong,
its hands rooted deeply and wild beneath the earth,
Defeating the powerful full winds,
Standing strong and tall,
Holding its chin to the sky.
Never looking down for a moment.
Wrestling with the changing emotions of the seasons.
Holding the same long lasting position,
though its leaves may be withered.
It is refuge to the singing birds of the mourning
and its persevering stand still seen in the shadows of the night.
Tree of old ages share your bark of strong hold with me.
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