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That tree was not tree, it was a giant, for it spread so far and wide, from point to point, it shaded more, than it allowed sunlight through, all of them came from far and wide, to get its view, the tree was symbol of stability and patience, its message was if you stand tall, wearing summers,winters rains and all, you do survive, and grow up to be this size, it sheltered so many down under, as if telling all, that a might has to save the weak, from worldly thunders, it also spoke in unison, along with its shoots, now almost trees, that united we stand, and alone we hit the grand stand.

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Date: 3/22/2012 2:47:00 PM
I like this. The essence of the tree captured in words. Good poetry
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