Immovable dogmatic staunch
yet kind thousands
of people did climb
even those
careless at times
Would thee hurt
bark bend limb
shake a leaf
hear tree moan
Forgave them all for
such trespass
greatfull for no fall
clinging to mountain side
So long memory dim
unto dimension
noble tree
By seed new rooted
fresh sapling
growth memory of
tree lives on
No passer by pluck
tree inch high
from such
forth tree
Three hundred feet high
or none
may know such as
the word of grace
so unfold for the
next thousands
to trek said same
path
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I hear the rhythm and the thoughts of the trees. Truely well expressed. Rgds, Ivan