Sarah's Song
The tree was here
For a hundred years
Of sun and rain and snow
I need not guess
To know for sure
It’s stump has told me so
As a very young tree
It withstood a disease
A fire and drought long ago
It must have felt
Itself near death
It may have longed to go
But life won out
And the trees here about
Are here because
This little tree
Wouldn’t let go
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