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