It's been there for ages
Beating the test of time
It's beauty never changes
With season nor with tide
It's a painting of a tree
When you look close
That's not all you see
It's barren of fruits and leaves
But i love the feeling it gives
How it stands still
Decay to its root
What a special being
So absolute
It didn't have to be green
To inspire me
I love the painting On my wall.
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