Oh, lofty pine tree in my garden so grand,
With branches reaching for the sky so high.
Your needles rustle in the gentle wind,
An evergreen symphony, so sweet and fine.
Your roots run deep, like anchors in the earth,
Firmly anchored in the soil's embrace.
Your boughs, a verdant roof, doth give forth,
A place of refuge, a serene embrace.
In summer's heat, you offer cool, green shade,
A respite from the sun's oppressive rays.
In winter's snow, you stand strong and unafraid,
A symbol of resilience, in stormy days.
Oh, lofty pine tree, you bring such peace of mind,
With your gentle rustle, and your soothing scent.
You are a treasure, of a rare kind,
A precious gift, to this garden content.
So here I stand, amidst your verdant bowers,
In awe of your grandeur, and your simple power.
You are a joy, in life's fleeting hours,
Lofty pine tree in my garden, forever ours
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