At nine feet tall
It's a spectacular tree
It barely fits by the wall
But I had to set it free
Like a genie in a bottle
Hoping to escape
Imagine what this tree felt
In a box strapped with tape
It's a full pine frost
For years, it seemed to be lost
But now it's secured
With love and affection, it's assured
A prospering future
With its wounds totally cured.
C. Vergara
12.07.2011
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