there's tree almost touching sky
it sways to likes of winter wind
leaves are gone for two seasons
last hurricane it put fear on mine
sturdy still pushing any agressor
yet her soul has vacated trunk
magnificient could be good word
for this towering green above us
where crow speaks her lullaby
but that was yesterday i recon
would be like us passage of time
yet we are lucky, we appreciate
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