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Trees? Are We?

So, me?  A tree?
How could that be?

You say they're much like humans
If that's the case; as you might say,
then I'm one from Sundarbans

Passur, most praised
Oh sure, that's it
I'm sure you'd beg to differ
Keora - most graceful it's been labeled
   with that you cannot argue

But if you must, go right ahead
   with leaves of RED
        I'm Japanese Maple

Dwarf Willow, the smallest they call
   going down the lines
      or Bristlecone Pines
         Oldest living tree -- Don't you dare insist this tree is me!

But, the most fruitful there is
Is the spirit that lives
in the seeds that we plant day by day

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