Surveying its domain,
Catching fallen rain,
Standing tall and proud,
Cloaked in a leafy shroud,
It is now old and wise,
So it cannot be, at all suprised,
Watching over all other trees,
There is nothing it does not see,
He is home to many others,
Baby birds and their mothers,
Still he is majestic and grand,
Always nurturing, the growing land,
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