When a tree is grown
You have to decide.
Its purpose, its size - and more besides.
Do you want a dappled shade?
Do you want flowers?
And want tremulous movement-
Upwardly moving powers.
Or swaying in the breeze.
Consider you are a tree.
What did you wish to be?
A thorn or a tulip tree.
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