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I am an Oak Tree
As a young Oak-Ent, I wander wild and carefree.
Unbound by roots, I'm a joyful, happy tree.
The wind blows through my lichen beard.
The rain keeps my eyes open wide, and cleared.
I'm a rolling stone with moss for hair.
My limbs glistening with dew in the air.
Yet time will come when I'm too root bound.
To dance while carrying my heavy pot around.
I'll find a clearing in the forest crown.
Where I can set my roots, and settle down.
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